On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can listen to the engine 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're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing there 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, on the stage Here I go, playing star again There I go, turn the page
Well you walk into a restaurant all 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
Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can All the same old cliche's, is it woman is it man? You always seem outnumbered, so you don't dare make a stand
Here I am, on the road again There I am, on the stage Here I go, playing 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 from the amplifiers ringin' in your head You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said
Here I am, on the road again There I am, up on the stage Here I go, playing star again There I go, turn the page
Here I am, on the road again There I am, on the stage yeah Here I go, playing star again There I go, there I go