Interpret:

Metallica

Album:

Garage Inc.

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin
out it's 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 you're ridin' 16 hours, 
there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
you just wish the trip was through


Here i am, on the road again 
There i am, up on the stage
Here i go, playin the star again
There i go, turn the page


So you walk into this restaurant,
strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you,
as you're shakin off the cold


You pretend it doesn't bother you,
but you just want to explode
Yeah most times you can't hear 'em talk,
other times you can
Of the same old cliche's, is it woman is it man
And you always seem outnumbered,
you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand


Here i am, on the road again 
There i am, up on the stage
Here i go, playin the star again
There i go, turn the page


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


Later in the evenin', as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifires,
ringin in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarett,
rememberin' what she said
What she said.


Here i am, on the road again 
There i am, up on the stage
Here i go, playin the star again
There i go, turn the page