Turn The Page
On a long and lonesome highway,
East of Omaha
You listen to the engines
Moanin' out its one song
You think about the woman,
or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
the way they always do
When you're riding 16 hours
and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding,
You just wish the trip was through
Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing 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 shaking 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
Oh, the same old cliches, "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, playing star again
There I go, turn the page
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeah
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said
He-ey
Yeah
And here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on a stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page
There I go, turn that page
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, oo-oo-ooh
There I go
And I'm gone
