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beautiful photo On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha You can listen to the engine's moanin' out his one-note 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' sixteen hours, and there's nothin' much to do And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through So you walk into this restaurant, all 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 All the same old cliches: "Is it woman? Is it man?" And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand Oh, out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away Every ounce of energy you try and give away And the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play Later in the evenin' as you lie awake in bed With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said Yeah, here I am, on the road again There I am, up on that stage And here I go, playin' star again There I go, turn the page Here I go There I go And I'm gone Intricate details, alluring, grandiose, splendor <lora:detailed_notrigger:0.9> <lora:DetailedEyes_V3:0.9>