On a long and lonely highway
east of Omaha You can listen
to the engine moaning 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
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
So 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
Almost times 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
So you dare not make a stand
Out there in the spotlight
You're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy You try
to give away And the sweat pours
from your body like the music
that you play
Later in the evening as you
lie awake in bed with echoes
of the amplifiers ringing in
your head as you smoke the day's
last cigarette remembering what
she said
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