On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine 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 riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
Here I am on a road again
There I am upon the stage
Here I go playing star again
There I go, turn the page
Well out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away
And every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play
Well now later in the evening while 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
Here I am, on a road again
There I am, upon the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, there I go, there I go
Turn the page