| Tuesday's Gone |
| 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 clich??'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 |