On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha  You can listen to the engine moanin' out it's 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 and there's nothing there 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, on the stage  Here I go, playing star again  There I go, turn the page   Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road  And you feel the eyes upon you as you're 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 cliche's, is it woman is it man?  You always seem outnumbered, so you don't dare make a stand   Here I am, on the road again  There I am, on the stage  Here I go, playing star again  There ...