Turn The Page

on a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha.

You can listen to the engine moaning out it's one lone song

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

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

When your 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.

Say, here i am, on the road again. there i am, up on the stage.

Here i go, playing star again.

There i go, turn the page.

Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road,

You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold

You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode.

Most times you can't hear em talk, other times you can.

Oh the same old cliche, as that  woman on her a man

You always see my  number, you don't dare make a stand.

Here i am, on the road again. there i am, up on the stage.

Here i go, playing star again.

There i go, turn the page.

Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away,

Every ounce of energy, you try and 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 echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head,

You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said.

Now here i am, on the road again. there i am, up on the stage.

Here i go, playing star again.

There i go, turn the page.

Here i am, on the road again. there i am, up on the stage.

Ah here i go, playing star again.

There i go, there i go.


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