Cause when they look at you as if you were a stranger / The way they talk to you as if you were in charge / Last time I ran away will open this with you / Let me show you where to run (M. Ward)

When I was a boy / The moon was a pearl / The sun a yellow gold / But when I was a man / The wind blew cold / The hills were upside down (Tom Waits)

I’ve taken little white pills, I’m seein’ white lines / You know that log book, she’s way behind / Well this 18-wheeler’s  runnin’ just like 18 tons of fallin’ lead / Well I can see the lights of home baby ’cause Austin’s just 20 more miles ahead (Scott H. Biram)