Rollin' on some lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine rollin' out as one long song
You can think about the woman
Or the whore you mongered the night before
Sometimes you can’t hear 'em talk. Other times you can
All the same old cliches: "Is that Sage or Xaul Zan?"
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
When you walk into the restaurant, strung out from the road
You can feel the eyes upon you as you're shaking 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 echos from the amplifiers ringing in your head You smoke the day's 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
credits
from Personal Journals,
released April 16, 2002
AOI, recorded live at the Met Cafe in Providence, RI (2000)
Drums: Scott Begin
Upright bass: Matt Zimmerman
Guitar: Jay Peters
Flute: Matt Coolidge
Keys: Tara Dactyl