On a long and lonesome roadway

East of Nibelheim

You listen to your Chocobo warking out it’s one note song

You think about your daughter

And what she said the night before

But your thoughts will beign to wander

The way they always do

When you ride for sixteen hours

And there’s not a thing to do

And you don’t feel much like riding

You just wish the trip was through

Here I am
On the road again
Here I am
Seen as a sage
Here I go
Playing hero again
There I go
Burn the page

So you walk into a tavern

All strung out from your ride

And you feel the eyes upon you

As you’re shaking off the ice

You say "it doesn’t bother you"

But you just need to explode

Sometimes you can hear ‘em talk

Other times you cain’t

All the same old clichés

Is he a sinner or a saint?

And you always seem outnumbered

And you don’t make a stand

Here I am

On the road again
Here I am
Seen as a sage
Here I go
Playing hero again
There I go
Burn the page

Out there in the battle

You’re a million miles away

Every ounce of energy

Is givin’ you the way

As the sweat pours off your body

Like the wicked game you play

Later in the evening

You lie awake and bored

With the very bad memories

of being attakced in hordes

You smoke the day’s last cigarette

Thinkin’ bout what she said

Here I am

On the road again
Here I am
Seen as a sage
Here I go
Playing hero again
There I go
Burn the page