Nanotech9
09-06-2001, 09:17 PM
milk last if its not been opened, and its been refridgerated?
On a long and lonesum highway, east of Omaha.
You can listen to the engine rollin' out this one lone 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 your ridin' sixteen hours and nothin' much to do,
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through...
Say here I am, on the road again,
There I am, up on stage,
Here I go, playin' star again,
There I go, turn the page....
Well you walk in to a resturant, strung out from the road.
And you feel the eyes upon ya', as you shaken off the cold.
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode.
Most times you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't.
All the same old cliches, is that a woman or a man,
And you always see my number, you dare make a stand.
Here I am, on the road again.
There I am, up on stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
Here I go, turn the page
Out there in the spotlight your 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 of the amplifires ringing in your head,
You smoke the day's last sigarette remembering what she said....
Here I am, on the road again.
There I am, up on stage.
Here I go, playing start again.
There I go, turn the page.
Here I am, on the road again.
there I am, up on stage.
here I go, playing star again,
here I go, here I go.....
On a long and lonesum highway, east of Omaha.
You can listen to the engine rollin' out this one lone 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 your ridin' sixteen hours and nothin' much to do,
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through...
Say here I am, on the road again,
There I am, up on stage,
Here I go, playin' star again,
There I go, turn the page....
Well you walk in to a resturant, strung out from the road.
And you feel the eyes upon ya', as you shaken off the cold.
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode.
Most times you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't.
All the same old cliches, is that a woman or a man,
And you always see my number, you dare make a stand.
Here I am, on the road again.
There I am, up on stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
Here I go, turn the page
Out there in the spotlight your 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 of the amplifires ringing in your head,
You smoke the day's last sigarette remembering what she said....
Here I am, on the road again.
There I am, up on stage.
Here I go, playing start again.
There I go, turn the page.
Here I am, on the road again.
there I am, up on stage.
here I go, playing star again,
here I go, here I go.....