On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha You can listen to the engines moanin' out it's 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 riding sixteen hours with nothing much to do And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through
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
You walk into a 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
And most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can All the same old cliches, \"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 to 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 days last cigarette, rememberin' what she said What she said
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
There I go, turn that page There I go, yeah There I go, yeah There I go, yeah Here I go, yeah There I go There I go And I'm gone