On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha you can listen to the engine moanin' out its one note song or you can think of the woman, the girl you knew the night before your thoughts will soon be wondering the way they always do when your ridin' sixteen hours and there's notning much to do and you don't feel much like ridin' you just wish the trip was through Here I am on the road again there I am up on the stage here I go playin' star again there I go turn the page Well you walk in to a restaraunt strung out from the road you can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold you pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explode most times you can't hear 'em talk other times you can all the same old cliches is that a woman or a man and you always seem outnumbered you don't dare make a stand Here I am on the road again there I am up on the stage here I go playin' star again there I go turn the page Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head you smoke the days last cigarette tryin' to remember what she said say here I am on the road again there I am up on the stage here I go playin' star again there I go turn the page