On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin
out it's one lone song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin',
the way they always do
When you're ridin' 16 hours,
there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
you just wish the trip was through
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,
strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you,
as you're shakin off the cold