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
much to do
And you don't feel
much like riding
you just wish
the trip was through
Say here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
here I go
Playing the 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 cliches
Is that a woman
or a man?
And you always seem
outnumbered
you don't dare
make a stand
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
here I go
Playing the 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 the star again
There I go
Turn the page
Oh here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
here I go
Playing the star again
There I go...
There I... go...