(originally recorded by bob seger)
On a long and lonely highway east of omaha
you can listen to the engine, moanin 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 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 was through
CHORUS:
but here I am, on the road again
here I am, up on the stage
here I go, playing the star again
there I go, turn the page
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 explode
sometimes you can here 'em talk, other times you can't;
all the same 'ole cliches: is that a woman or a man?
and you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand
Make your stand
CHORUS
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
Yeah, Later in the evening, as 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 said
He-ey
Yeah
CHORUS
There I go, turn the page
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go
There I go
And I'm gone