Intro: |
On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha |
You can listen to the engine, |
moanin' out his one note 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 ridin' sixteen hours |
and there's nothing much to do |
And you don't feel much like ridin', |
you just wish the trip was through |
Chorus: |
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 your shaking off the cold |
you pretend it doesn't bother you, |
but you just want to explode |
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'Ebmtalk, |
other times you can |
All the same old cliches |
"Is that a woman or a man?" |
And you always seEbmoutnumbered, |
You don't dare make a stand |
Make your stand |
Repeat Chorus |
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 from the amplifiers |
Ringin' in your head |
You smoke the day's last cigarette |
Rememberin' what she said |
What she said |
Solo: |
Bridge: |
x2 |
Yeahh and here I am, on the road again |
There I am, up on the stage |
here I go, playing the star again |
And there I go, turn the page |
And there I go, turn that page |
And there I go, yeah yeah |
there I go yeah yeah yeah |
there I go, yeah there I go yeah |
there I go wow wow there I go |