On a
lonely,
lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
moaning out his one old song
You think about the woman,
the girl you knew the night be fore
But your thoughts will soon be wandering,
the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours,
there's nothing 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, upon the stage
There I go, mid -star again
There I go, turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant
A strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shaking out the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode
Yeah,
most times you can't hear him talk
Other times you can
On the same old machines
Is it woman?
Is it man?
An d you always see my number
Don't dare make a stand
Make your stand
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
A playing star again
There I go
Turn the page
Oh, oh, oh
Out there in the spotlight
You're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try and give away
Sweat pours out your body
like the music that you play
Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers
ringing in your head
You smoked the day's last
cigarette
Rememberin' what she said
What she said
Yeah, here I am, on the road again
There I am, a boy that's aged
And here I go, ready to start again
And there I go, to the phase
And there I go, through that phase
And there I go, yeah
An d there I go, yeah
Here I go, here I go
Here I go, here I go
I'm your man