Turn the Page
On a long and lonesome highway,east of OmahaYou can listen to the engines moanin’ outit’s one old songYou can think about the woman,or the girl you knew the night beforeBut your thoughts will soon be wanderin’,the way they always doWhen you’re ridin’ 16 hours,and there’s nothin’ much to doAnd 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 stageThere I go, playin’ star again,there I go, turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant,uh strung out from the roadAnd you feel the eyes upon you,as you’re shakin’ off the coldYou pretend it doesn’t bother you,but you just want to explodeYeah, most times you can’t hear ‘em talk,other times you can
All the same old cliches,is it woman, is it manAnd you always seem outnumbered,you don’t dare make a standMake your stand
Ah But here I am, on the road again,there I am, up on the stageHere I go, ah playin’ star again,there I go, turn the page
Out there in the spotlight,you’re a million miles awayEvery ounce of energy,you try and give awayAs the sweat pours out your body,like the music that you play
Later in the evenin’,as you lie awake in bedWith the echoes of the amplifiers,ringin’ in your headYou smoke the day’s last cigarette,rememberin’ what she said
What she said
Yeah, and here I am,on the road again,there I am, up on that stageHere I go, playin’ star again,there I go, turn the pageAnd there I go, turn that page
There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah, yeahThere I go, yeah, Here I go, yeahHere I go-oh-o, There I goAnd I’m gone