Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black)

On a long and lonesome highway, East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine rollin' out its one long 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 riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

Say here I am, on a road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page

Well, you walk into a restaurant all 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

Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old clichés, is that a woman, is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand

Here I am, on a road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page

Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play

Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said

Here I am, on a road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page

Here I am, on a road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, there I go