On a long and lonesome highway east of omaha
You can listen to the engines moanin' out its one old song
You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night beforeBut your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip wasthroughHere I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the pageSo you walk into this restaurant 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 explodeYeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old clichés: is it woman? is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand
Make your standHere I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the pageOo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, you're 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,yeahLater in the evening, you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she saidHe-eyYeah
And here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on a stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page
There I go, turn that page
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, oo-oo-ooh
There I go
And I'm gone
Composição: Bob Seger.
