Turn the Page

On a long and lonesome highway

East of Omaha

You can listen to the engines moaning

Out this 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're riding sixteen hours

And there's nothing much to do

And you don't feel much like riding

You just wish the trip was through

Here I am

On the road again

There I am

Up on the stage

There I go

Playing the 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

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 your stand

Make your stand

Here I am

On the road again

There I am

Up on the stage

Here I go

Playing the star again

There I go

Turn the page

Oh-oh

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

Yeah

Later in the evening

As you lie awake in bed

With the echoes of the amplifiers

Ringing in your head

You smoke the day's last cigarette

Remembering what she said

What she said

Oh-oh yeah

Yeah here I am

On the road again

There I am

Up on that stage

Here I go

Playing the 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

Here I go

Here I go

And I'm gone, bye