Cruisin on the grey snakes till my dyin day Checkin all the hen houses out along the way Wastin time and drinkin wine Life is short and I ain't lyin … - Bob Seger

And I stood arrow straight
Unencumbered by the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes.
I stood proud, I stood tall
High above it all.
I still believed in my dreams.

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.

She stood there bright as the sun on that California coast.
He was a Midwestern boy on his own.
She looked at him with those soft eyes, so innocent and blue.
He knew right then he was too far from home.
He was too far from home.