Dave Mastiff

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha

You can listen to the engines

moanin' Out its one note 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 ridin' sixteen hours

And there's nothin' 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

There I am, Up on the stage

There I go, Playin' 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



Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk

But other times you can

All the same old clichés:

"Is it woman? Is it man?"

And you always seem outnumbered

You don't dare make a stand

Make your stand



Here I am, On the road again

There I am, Up on the stage

Here I go, Playn' star again

There I go, Turn The Page



Whoa-oh

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, what she said.)

Yeah



Here I am, on the road again

There I am, up on the stage

Here I go, playn' star again

There I go, Turn The Page

And there I go, turn that page

There I go, yeah

There I go, there I go

(And I'm gone)