Turn The Page

On a long and lonely highway east of Omaha You can listen to the engine, moanin' out as one long song You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do You don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through But here I am, on the road again Here I am, up on stage Here I go, playing the star again There I go, turn the page You walk into a restaurant, 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 Sometimes you hear 'em talkin', other times you can't All the same old cliches is that a woman or a man And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand But here I am, on the road again Here I am, up on stage Here I go, playing the 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 And the sweat pours from your body like the music that you play Later on that evening, as you lie awake in bed with the Echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head And you smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said But here I am, on the road again Here I am, up on the stage Here I go, playing the star again There I go, turn the page