On a long and lonesome highway
east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning
out as one note song
You 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
 [bad word] 
Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing 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
 [bad word] 
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