On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha - You can listen to the engines moanin' Out its one note song You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before - But your thoughts will soon be wandering - 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 riding, 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' star again - There I go, Turn the page. So you walk into this restaurant, Strung out from the road - And you feel the eyes upon you - As you're shaking off the cold - You pretend it doesn't bother you - But you just want to explode. Most times you can't hear 'em talk - But other times you can - All the same old clichs: "Is it woman? - Is it man?" And you always seem outnumbered - You don't dare make a stand - Make your stand. Here I am, On the road again - There I am, Up on the stage - Here I go, Playn' star again - There I go, Turn the page. 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, what she said.) Yeah Here I am, on the road again - There I am, up on the stage - Here I go, playn' star again - There I go, turn the page