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

But 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

So you walk into this restaurant, and 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

Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old cliches, \"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, playin' 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 of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said
What she said

But 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
And there I go, turn that page
Here I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
Here I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah
Here I go-oh-o
There I go
And I'm gone