On a long and lonesome highway, 
East of Omaha 
You can listen to the engines 
Moanin' out it's one note 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 

 [bad word]  

Here I am, on the road again, 
There I am, up on the stage 
There I go, playin' star again, 
There I go, turn the page 

So you walk into this restaurant, 
All [bad word] 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 
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, 
Other times you can 

All the same old cliché's, 
Is it woman, is it man 
And you always seem outnumbered, 
You don't dare make a stand 
Make your stand 

 [bad word]  
Ah But here I am, on the road again, 
There I am, up on the stage 
Here I go, ah playin' star again, 
There I go, turn the page 
Woah 

Out there in the spotlight, 
You're a million miles away 
Every ounce of energy, 
You try and give away 
As the sweat pours out your body, 
Like the music that you play 

Later in the evenin', 
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