On a long and lonely highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine, moanin' out as one long song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
You don't feel much like travelin', you just wish the trip was through

But here I am, on the road again....