On a long and lonesome

highway, east of Omaha

You can listen to the engine

moanin' out its 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 si teen 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, 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 e plode

Most times you can't hear 'em

talk, other times you can

All the same old clichés,

is that a woman, or a man?

And you always seem outnumbered,

so 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 day's 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

Here I am, on a road again

There I am, up on the stage, yeah

Here I go, playing the star again

There I go, there I go