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On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha |
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You can listen to the engine rolling out his one note song |
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You can think about the woman |
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Or the girl you knew the night before |
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But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do |
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When your riding sixteen hours and there's nothin much to do |
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And you don't feel much like riding |
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You just wish the trip was through |
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Say here I am on the road again |
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There I am up on the stage |
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Here I go playin' the star again |
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There I go |
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Turn the page |
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Well you walk into a restaurant strung out from the road |
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And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold |
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You pretend it doesn't bother you |
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But you just want to explode |
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Most times you can't hear 'em talk other times you can |
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All the same ol' cliches, is that a woman or a man |
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And you always seem outnumbered |
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You don't dare make a stand |
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Here I am on the road again |
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There I am up on the stage |
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Here I go playin' the star again |
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There I go |
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Turn the page |
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Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away |
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Every ounce of energy you try to give away |
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As the sweat pours out your body |
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Like the music that you play |
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Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed |
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With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head |
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You smoke the day's last cigarette |
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Remembering what she said |
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Ah here I am on the road again |
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There I am up on the stage |
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Here I go playin' the star again |
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There I go |
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Turn the page |
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Ah here I am on the road again |
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There I am up on the stage |
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Here I go playin the star again |
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There I go there I go |
