On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can listen to the engines moanin' Out as one old 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 riding You just wish the trip was through
Here I am, on the road again There I am, up on the stage There I go, playin' star again There I go, turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant Strung out from the road And you feel the eyes upon you As you're shaking off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you But you just want to explode
Yeah most times you can't hear 'em talk But other times you can All the same old clichés: \"Is it woman? Is it man?\" And you always seem outnumbered You don't dare make a stand Make your stand
Here I am, on the road again There I am, up on the stage Here I go, playin' star again There I go, turn the page
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away Every ounce of energy you try and give away As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head You smoke the day's last cigarette Rememberin' what she said What she said
Yeah Here I am, on the road again There I am, up on the stage Here I go, playin' star again There I go, turn the page And there I go, turn that page There I go, yeah Here I go, yeah Here I go, yeah Here I go, yeah There I go, there I go (And I'm gone)