Turn the Page (Live at the Masonic, San Francisco, CA - Nov. 3rd, 2018)

Here's a song we hope you know Let's have it On a long, lonesome highway East of Omaha Can listen to the engines moanin' out his one note song Think about the woman The girl you knew the night before But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' The way they always do When you're ridin' sixteen hours Nothin' much to do And you don't feel much like ridin' You wish the trip was through And here I am On the road again Here I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' star again Here 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 shakin' 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 cliché's "Is it woman? Or is it man?" And you always seem outnumbered You don't dare make your stand Make your stand And here I am On the road again Here I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' star again Here I go Turn the page Out there in the spotlight You're a million miles away Every ounce of energy You're tryin' give away As the sweat pours out your body Like the music that you play Later in the evenin' 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 She said here I am On the road again Here I am Up on that stage There you go You're playin' star again There you go Turn that page Here I am On the road again Here I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' star again There I go There I go Alright, alright, alright, thank you guys How come we don't get a couch? We get these hard, hard stools You see a doctor about that Those guys get chocolate Oh right, oh god (Alex! Alex!) Yeah! You got a coffee table too Wow, everyone does You got snacks, wow Those guys really go all out You got peanuts, okay