Intro :
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine Moanin', out as one note song
You think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night befo re
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours, and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was throu gh
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 p age
So you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
You pre tend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explo de
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same 'ole cliches
Is it woman ? is it man ?
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a sta nd
Make your 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 p age
Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, your 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 pl ay
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
With the echos of the amplifiers, ringin'in your head
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she sa id
What she said
Instrumental : (x2)
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 p age
There I go, turn that p age
There I go, yeah yeah
There I go , yeah yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go
There I go
