On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha  You can listen to the engine, moanin out as one long song  You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before  And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do  When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do  You don't feel much like traveling, you just wish the trip was through  But here I am, on the road again  Here I am, up on the stage  Here I go, playing the star again  There I go, turn the page  You walk into a restaraunt, 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  Sometimes you can here 'em talk, other times you can't  All the same 'ole cliches: is that a woman or a man?  And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand  But here I am, on the road again  Here I am, up on the stage  Here I go, playing the star again  There I go, turn the page  Out there in the spotlight, your a million miles away  Every ounce of energy, you try to give away  And the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play  Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed  Echos of the amplifiers, ringing in your head  As you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said  But here I am, on the road again  Here I am, up on the stage  Here I go, playing the star again  There I go, turn the page  But here I am, on the road again  Here I am, up on the stage  Here I go, playing the star again  There I go, turn the page