@Schubertsworld On a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha.
You can listen to the engine moaning out its one lone song
You can think about woman, or the girl you knew the night before.
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do.
Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page.