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 ni-i-ight before But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' there to do And you don't feel much like writin', you just wish the trip was throu-ou-ough Here I a-am, on the road again Here I a-am, on the stage Here I go-o, playin' star again Here I go-o, turn the page Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road And you can 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... Sometimes you can't hear them talk, but other times you can And it's the same old cliches, is it woman, is it man And you always seem outnumbered so you don't dare make a sta-a-and Here I a-am, I'm on the road again Here I a-am, I'm up on the sta-a-a-age Here I go-o, I'm playin' star again Here I go-o, turn the page Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away And every ounce of energy you try to give away As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play-ay-ay Later in the evenin' as you lie awake in bed With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she sai-ai-aid Here I a-am, I'm on the road again Here I a-am, I'm on the stage Here I go-o, I'm playin' star again Here I go-o, turn the page Oh, here I a-am, I'm on the road again Ah here I a-am, I'm on the stage Here I go-o, I'm playin' star againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
