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 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 again