On a long and lonesome highway

East of Omaha

You can listen to the engine

moanin' out his 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 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' 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't hear 'em talk,

other times you can

All the same old cliches,