On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can listen to the engine moanin 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, the way they always do When youre riding sixteen hours and theres nothing there to do And you dont 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 youre shaking off the cold You pretend it doesnt bother you, but you just want to explode Most times you cant hear em talk, other times you can All the same old cliches, is it woman is it man? You always seem outnumbered, so you dont dare make a stand 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 Out there in the spotlight youre 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 days last cigarette, remembering what she said Here I am, on the road again There I am, up on the stage Here I go, playing star again There I go, turn the page Here I am, on the road again There I am, on the stage yeah Here I go, playing star again There I go, there I go https://youtube/watch?v=3khH9ih2XJg
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 03:15:54 +0000