text: On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
  You can listen to the engines moaning out its one old 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 are riding sixteen hours and theres nothing much to do
  You dont feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
  But here I am, on the road again
  There I am, up on the stage
  There I go, playing the 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 youre shaking off the cold
  You pretend it doesnt bother you, but you just want to explode
  And most times you cant hear them talk, other times you can
  All the same old cliches: is it woman? Is it man?
  And you always seem outnumbered, you dont dare make a stand, make your stand
  But here I am, on the road again
  There I am, up on the stage
  Here I go, playing the star again
  There I go, turn the page
  Out there in the spotlight, youre a million miles away
  Every ounce of energy, you try to give away
  And 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 of the amplifiers, ringing in your head
  You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said
  What she said
  But here I am, on the road again
  There I am, up on the stage
  Here I go, playing the star again
  There I go, turn the page
  There I go, turn that page
  There I go, yeah, there I go, yeah
  There I go, yeah, here I go
  There I go, there I go
  And Im gone