Rollin' on some lonesome highway, East of Omaha You can listen to the engine moanin' out as one long song You can think about the woman Or the whore you mongered the night before (I'm really feelin' those lighters) Sometimes you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't All the same old cliches, "Is that Sage or Xaul Xan" And you'll always feel outnumbered when you go to the Scribble Jam Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh Say here I am, on the road again Here I am, up on the stage Here I go, I'm playing a star again Here I go, My Name Is Strange (This is the real motherfucking deal y'all, I'm really feelin' those lighters) When you walk into the restaurant, shut out from the road You can feel the eyes upon you, as you're shakin' off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you when they ask if they can download Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed With the echo from the amplifiers ringin' in your head You smoke the days last emcee, ridiculing what he said Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh Say here I am, on the road again Here I am, up on the stage Here I go, I'm playing a star again Here I go, My Name Is Strange I said here I am, on the road again Here I am, I'm up on the stage And I say here I go, I'm playing a star again Here I go, here I go Peace, respect, we outa here