Turn the Page

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha

You can listen to the engines moanin' out it's one old song

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

But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do

When you're ridin' 16 hours and there's nothin' much to do

And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through

But 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

So you walk into this restaurant, and 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 cliches, "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, playin' 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

As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play

Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed

With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head

You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said

What she said

But 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

And there I go, turn that page

Here I go, yeah

There I go, yeah

Here I go, yeah, yeah

There I go, yeah

Here I go-oh-o

There I go

And I'm gone