On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha

you can listen to the engine moanin' out its one note song

or you can think of the woman, the girl you knew the night before



your thoughts will soon be wondering the way they always do

when your ridin' sixteen hours and there's notning much to do

and you don't feel much like ridin' you just wish the trip was through



Here I am on the road again

there I am up on the stage

here I go playin' star again

there I go turn the page



Well you walk in to a restaraunt strung out from the road

you can feel the eyes upon you as your 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 other times you can

all the same old 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' star again

there I go turn the page



Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed

the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head

you smoke the days last cigarette tryin' to remember what she said



say here I am on the road again

there I am up on the stage

here I go playin' star again

there I go turn the page