On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning out as one note song
And 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 the road again
There I am — up on the stage
Here I go — playing the star again
There I go — turn the page

So you walk into this restaurant [bad word] 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 clich's, "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 — playing the star again
There I go — turn the page

Oo-ooh, 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, yeah

Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said

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'm gone.