On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha   you can listen to the engine rolling out his 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 your riding sixteen hours and there's nothin much to do   and you don't feel much like riding   you just wish the trip was through      say 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      well you walk into a restaurant 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      most times you can't hear 'em talk other times you can   all the same ol' cliches, is that a woman or a man   and you always seem outnumbered   you don't dare make a 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      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 play      Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed   with the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head   you smoke the day's last cigarette   remembering what she said      Ah 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      Ah here I am on the road again   there I am up on the stage   here I go playin the star again   there I go there I go