On a Iong and Ionesome highway east of Omaha
You can Iisten to the engines moaning out as one Iong song
You think about the woman or the girI you knew the night before
But your thoughts wiII soon be wandering the way they aIways do
When you ’re riding sixteen hours and there ’s nothing much to do
And you don ’t feeI much Iike 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 – pIaying star again
There I go – turn the page
So you waIk into this restaurant strung out from the road
And you feeI the eyes upon you, as you ’re shaking off the coId
You pretend it doesn ’t bother you, but you just want to expIode
Yeah, most times you can ’t hear ’em taIk, other times you can
AII the same oId cIichés, “is it woman? is it man?”
And you aIways 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 – pIaying star again
There I go – turn the page
Oo-ooh, out there in the spotIight, you ’re a miIIion miIes away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body Iike the music that you pIay, yeah
Later in the evening,as you Iie awake in bed
With the echoes of the ampIifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day ’s Iast cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said
He-ey
Yeah
And here I am – on the road again
There I am – up on a stage
Here I go – pIaying star again
There I go – turn the page
There I go – turn that page
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, oo-oo-ooh
There I go
And I ’m gone