| On a long and lonesome highway |
| East of Omaha |
| You can listen to the engine |
| Moaning out its 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 riding sixteen hours |
| And there’s nothin' much to do |
| And you don’t feel much like riding |
| You just wish the trip was through |
| 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 |
| Well you walk into a restaurant |
| Strung 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 |
| Most times you can’t hear 'em talk |
| Other times you can |
| All the same old clichés |
| «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 |
| 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 |
| Remembering what she said |
| 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 |
| Here I am |
| On the road again |
| There I am |
| On the stage |
| Here I go |
| Playin star again |
| There I go |
| There I go |