On a long and lonesome highway east of omaha
you can listen to the engine rollin out as one
long song
you can think about the woman
or the girl you knew the night before
but your thoughts will soon be wonderin the way
they always do
when your riding sixteen hours and there's nothin
much to do
and you dont feel much like riding
you just wish the trip was through
say here I am on the road again
there I am up on the stage
here i go playin star again
there I go
Turn the page
well you walk into a resteraunt strung out from
the road
and you feel the eayes upon you as your shakin off
the cold
you pretend it doesnt bother you
but you just want to explode
most times you can hear em talk other times you can
all the same ol' cliches, is that a woman or a man
and you alays seem outnumbered
you dont dare make a stand
here I am on the road again
there i am up on the stage
here I go playin star again
there I go
turn the page
out there in the spotlight your a million miles
away
every ounce of energy you try to give away
as the sweat poors 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 ciggarette
rememberin what she said
ah hear I am on the road again
there I am upon the stage
here i go playin star again
there i go
turn the page
ah here i am on the road again
there i am upon the stage
here i go playin star again
there i go there i go
Page created on February 18, 2002
