Turn the Page

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha

You can listen to the engine moanin' out it's one note song

Or you can think of the woman,

The girl you knew the night before.



Your thoughts will soon be wondering the way they always do

When your ridin' sixteen hours and there's notin' much to do

And you don't feel much like ridin',

You just wish the trip was through.



Here I am on the road again

There I am up on the stage

Here I go playin' star again

There I go, turn the page.



Well, you walk in to a restaraunt, strung out from the road

You can feel the eyes upon you as your shakin' off the cold

You pretend it doesn't bother you

But you just want to explode.



Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can

All the same old cliches, is that a woman or a man

And you always seem outnumbered,

You don't dare make a stand.



Here I am on the road again

There I am up on the stage

Here I go playin' star again

There I go, turn the page.



Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed

The echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head

You smoke the days last cigarette

Tryin' to remember what she said.



Say, here I am on the road again

There I am up on the stage

Here I go playin' star again

There I go, turn the page...