Turn The Page

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha

you can listen to the engine rollin' out as one long 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 your riding sixteen hours and there's nothin much to do

and you don't feel much like riding

you just wish the trip was through

say here I am on the road again

there I am up on the stage

here I go playin' the star again

there I go

Turn the page

well you walk into a restaurant strung out from the road

and you feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold

you pretend it doesn't bother you

but you just want to explode

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

all the same ol' cliches, is that a woman or a man

and you always seem outnumbered

you don't dare make a stand

Here I am on the road again

there I am up on the stage

here I go playin' 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

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 from the amplifiers ringin' in your head

you smoke the day's last cigarette

remembering what she said

Ah here I am on the road again

there I am up on the stage

here I go playin' the star again

there I go

turn the page

Ah here I am on the road again

there I am up on the stage

here I go playin the star again

there I go there I go