Turn The Page
On a long and lonesome highway,East of OmahaYou listen to the enginesMoanin' out its one songYou think about the woman,or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderingthe way they always doWhen you're riding 16 hoursand there's nothing much to doAnd you don't feel much like riding,You just wish the trip was through
Here I am, on the road againThere I am, up on the stageHere I go, playing star againThere I go, turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant strung out from the roadAnd you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the coldYou pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you canOh, the same old cliches, "Is it woman? Is it man?"And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a standMake your stand
Here I am, on the road againThere I am, up on the stageHere I go, playing star againThere I go, turn the page
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles awayEvery ounce of energy you try to give awayAs the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeah
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bedWith the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your headYou smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she saidWhat she said
He-ey
Yeah
And here I am, on the road againThere I am, up on a stageHere I go, playing star againThere I go, turn the pageThere I go, turn that page
There I go, yeah, yeahThere I go, yeah, yeah, yeahThere I go, yeahThere I go, yeahThere I go, oo-oo-oohThere I goAnd I'm gone