Metallica

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moanin' out it's one old 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 and 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
There I go, playin' star again, there I go, turn the page
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 clichй'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