IRC-Galleria

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On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning out this one note song
You 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 writing, you just wish the trip was through

kertosäe:
Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playin' the star again
There I go
Turn the page

So you walk into this restaurant, all strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as your shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explode
Most times you can here 'em talk, other times you can't
Of the same old cliches; "Is it woman, is it man?"
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make your stand

Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playin' the 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
And 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 of the
amplifiers ringing 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, playin' the star again
There I go
Turn the page