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On a long and lonely highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine, moanin' out as one long 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 ridin', you just wish the trip was through

But here I am, on the road again
Here 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, strung 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 here 'em talk, other times you can't
The same old cliches: is it woman is it man?
And you always seem out numbered, you don't dare make a stand, make your stand

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

Out there in the spotlight, your a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try and give away
And the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
echoes of the amplifiers, ringin' in your head
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said, what she said

Yeah 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 go, turn that page