Turn The Page

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha

You can listen to the engines moaning out as one long 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 sixteen 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

All the same old clichés, "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



Oo-ooh, 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