On a long and lonesome highway,

East of Omaha

You can listen to the engines

Moanin' out it's one old 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' 16 hours,

And there's nothin' much to do

And you don't feel much like ridin',

You just wish the trip was through (chorus) Here I am, on the road again,

There I am, up on the stage

There I go, playin' star again,

There I go, turn the page So you walk into this restaurant,

Uh 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 clich's,

Is it woman, is it man

And you always seem outnumbered,

You don't dare make a stand

Make your stand (chorus)

Ah But here I am, on the road again,

There I am, up on the stage

Here I go, ah playin' star again,

There I go, turn the page

Woah Out there in the spotlight,

You're a million miles away

Every ounce of energy,

You try and give away

As the sweat pours out your body,

Like the music that you play 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, and here I am,

On the road again,

There I am, up on that stage

Here I go, playin' star again,

There I go, turn the page

And there I go, turn that page There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah, yeah

There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah

Here I go-oh-o, There I go

And I'm gone