Bob Seger

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can hear the engine moanin'
out his one long one note song
You can think about the woman
or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will 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