Turn The Page Golden Earring

On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin' out it's 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 your ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothing there to do
And you don't feel much like ridin'
You just wish the trip was through

Here I am, on the road again
Here I am, on the stage
Here I go, playin' star again
Here I go, turn the page
Well you walk into a restaurant
All strung out from the road
And feel the eyes upon ya
As you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode
Most times you can't hear 'em talk
Other times you can
It's the same old cliché's
Is it woman, is it man
And you always seem outnumbered
So you don't dare make a stand