On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha  You can listen to the engine moanin' out it's 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