On a long and lonesome highway
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 wandering,
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.
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.
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,
All the same old clichés:
"Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered,
So you don"t dare make a stand.
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.
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.