Turn The Page

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha

You can listen to the engines moanin' out its one note song

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

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

When you riding sixteen hours there's nothing 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

So you walk into this restaurant, all 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

And most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can

All the same old clichés, "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 you're 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

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

There I go, turn that page

There I go, yeah

There I go, yeah

There I go, yeah

Here I go, yeah

There I go

There I go

And I'm gone