On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
you can listen to the engine rollin' out as one long song
you can think about the woman
or the girl you knew the night before
but your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do
when your riding sixteen hours and there's nothin 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 playin' the star again
there I go
Turn the page
well you walk into a restaurant strung out from the road
and you feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold
you pretend it doesn't bother you
but you just want to explode
most times you can hear 'em talk other times you can't
all the same ol' 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 playin' the star again
there I go
turn the page
Out there in the spotlight your 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
Ah here I am on the road again
there I am up on the stage
here I go playin' the star again
there I go
turn the page
Ah here I am on the road again
there I am up on the stage
here I go playin the star again
there I go there I go
