"…and when the road becomes my bride – I have stripped of all but pride – so in her I do confide – and she keeps me satisfied – gives me all I need — …only knowledge will I save – to the game you stay a slave… — And then the earth becomes my throne – I adapt to the unknown … by myself but not alone: roamer, wanderer, nomad, vagabond: call me what you will – Anywhere I roam-Where I lay my head is home" (Metallica, 1991)
