On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha

You can listen to the engine rollin' out as one lone 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 you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do.

And you dont 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 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.

And 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' star again

There I go, turn the page.



Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away

And 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

Rememberin' what she said.



Ah, 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.



Ah, here I am, on the road again

There I am, up on the stage

Here I go, playin' star again

There I go, there I go.