| On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha |
| You can hear the engine singin', moaning 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 riding sixteen hours, there's nothing much to do |
| You don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through |
|
| Here I am |
| I'm on the road again |
| There I am |
| I'm up on the stage |
| Here I go |
| I'm playin' the star again |
| There I go |
| Turn the page, yeah |
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| So you walk into this restaurant, you're strung out from the road |
| And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shaking off the cold |
| And you pretend it doesn't bother you, you just want to explode |
| Most times you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't |
| All the same old clichés, "Is it woman or a man?" |
| And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand |
|
| Ah, here I am |
| I'm on the road again |
| There I am |
| I'm up on the stage |
| Here I go |
| I'm playin' the star again |
| There I go |
| Turn the page |
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| Oh, out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away |
| Every ounce of energy that 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 |
| The echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head |
| You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said |
|
| Here I am |
| I'm on the road again |
| Here I am |
| I'm up on the stage |
| Here I go |
| Playin' the star again |
| There I go |
| Turn the page |
| Ah, here I am |
| I'm on the road again |
| There I am |
| Up on this stage |
| Here I go |
| I'm playin' the star again |
| And there I go |
| Here I go |
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