Turn The Page

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha

You can listen to the engine moanin out as one long song

You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before

And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do

When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do

You don't feel much like traveling you just wish the trip was through

But here I am on the road again

Here I am up on the stage

Here I go playing the star again

There I go turn the page

You walk into a 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

Sometimes you can here 'em talk other times you can't

All the same 'ole cliches: is that a woman or a man

And you always seem outnumbered you dare not make a stand

But here I am on the road again

Here I am up on the stage

Here I go playing the star again

There I go turn the page

Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away

Every ounce of energy you try to give away

And the sweat pours from your body like the music that you play

Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed

Echos of the amplifiers ringing in your head

As you smoke the days last cigarette remembering what she said

But here I am on the road again

Here I am up on the stage

Here I go playing the star again

There I go turn the page