On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out his one long 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 ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through
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
So you walk into this restaurant, all 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
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old cliches, is it woman? Is it man?
And you always 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, playin' 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 and 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 of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said
(What she said)
Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
And here I go, playin' the star again
There I go. Turn the page
There I go. Turn that page
There I go-o-o, yeah yeah
There I go-o, yeah yeah
There I go, yeah
Here I go, yeah
There I go-o-o There I go-o
(And I'm gone)