That's why I'm going to Katmandu, Up to the mountains where I'm going to. If I ever get out of here, That's what I'm gonna do. - Bob Seger

You always said the cards would never do you wrong.
The trick you said was never play the game too long.
A gambler's share.
The only risk that you would take.
The only loss you could forsake
The only bluff you couldn't fake.

On a long, lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out its one-note song.
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before.
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do,
When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do.
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through.

Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time
Breaking all of the rules that would bend
I began to find myself searchin'
Searching for shelter again and again.<p>Against the wind
A little something against the wind
I found myself seeking shelter
Against the wind.