EmiOn a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha,
You canDlisten to the engines moanin' out it's one old song
You canAthink about the woman, or the girl you knew the nightEmi before
But yourEmithoughts will soon be wanderin', the way they always do
When you'reDridin' 16 hours, and there's nothin' much to do
And youAdon't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip wasEmithrough
Here IDam, on theEmiroad again, there IDam, up onEmithe stage
There IAgo, playin'Dstar again, there ICgo,Dturn theEmipage
So you walk into this restaurant, uh strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old cliché's, is it woman, is it man
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand
Ah
But here I am, on the road again, there I am, up on the stage
Here I go, ah playin' star again, there I go, turn the page
Woah
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play
Later in the evenin', as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers, ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said
What she said
Yeah, and here I am, on the road again, there I am, up on that stage
Here I go, playin' star again, there I go, turn the page
And there I go, turn that page
There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah
Here I go-oh-o, There I go
And I'm gone
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