On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out this one note 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 ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', 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' the star again
There I go
Turn the page
So, you walk into this restaurant, all 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
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old cliché's, "Is it woman? Is it man?"
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make your stand
Make your stand
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' the 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 to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeah
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)
Yeah
Yeah, and here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on that stage
And here I go
Playin' the star again
And there I go
Turn the page
And there I go
Turn that page
There I go, oh yeah yeah
There I go, yeah yeah
There I go, yeah
Here I go, yeah
There I go, whoa-whoa
There I go