| On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha |
| You can listen to the engines moanin' out his one old song |
| 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' sixteen hours and there's nothin' 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, |
| Here i am, |
| Up on the stage |
| Here i go, |
| Playin' star again, |
| There i go, |
| Turn the page |
|
| So you walk into this restaurant, all strung out from the road |
| And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold |
| You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explode |
| Most times you can't hear them talk, other times you can |
| All the same old cliché's, "is it woman, or is it 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 |
|
| Out there in the spotlight you're 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 |
|
| 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 |
|
| Here I am |
| On the road again |
| There I am |
| Up on the stage |
| Here I go |
| Playin' star again |
| There I go |
| There I go |