On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha

You can listen to the engine moanin' out its one note song

You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the ni-i-ight before



But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do

When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' there to do

And you don't feel much like writin', you just wish the trip was throu-ou-ough



Here I a-am, on the road again

Here I a-am, on the stage

Here I go-o, playin' star again

Here I go-o, turn the page



Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road

And you can 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...



Sometimes you can't hear them talk, but other times you can

And it's the same old cliches, is it woman, is it man

And you always seem outnumbered so you don't dare make a sta-a-and



Here I a-am, I'm on the road again

Here I a-am, I'm up on the sta-a-a-age

Here I go-o, I'm playin' star again

Here I go-o, 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-ay-ay



Later in the evenin' 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 sai-ai-aid



Here I a-am, I'm on the road again

Here I a-am, I'm on the stage

Here I go-o, I'm playin' star again

Here I go-o, turn the page



Oh, here I a-am, I'm on the road again

Ah here I a-am, I'm on the stage

Here I go-o, I'm playin' star again