On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha   You can listen to the engines   moanin' Out its 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 riding   You just wish the trip was through      Here I am, On the road again   There I am, Up on the stage   There I go, Playin' star again   There I go, Turn the page      So you walk into this restaurant   Strung out from the road   And you feel the eyes upon you   As you're shaking 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   But 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' star again   There I go, Turn the page      Whoa-oh   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 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 said   What she said   What she said      Yeah   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   And there I go, turn that page   There I go, yeah   Here I go, yeah   Here I go, yeah   Here I go, yeah   There I go    There I go   And I'm gone