Turn the Page

On a long and lonesome 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 there to do And you don't feel much like ridin" You just wish the trip was through But here I am Oh, but the road again Here I am Of on the stage Here I go A playing the star again Here I go Turn the page You walk into a 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 Most times you can here 'em talk Other times you can't All the same 'old cliches: "Is it woman, is it man?" And you always seem outnumbered So you don't dare make a stand But here I am Oh, but the road again Here I am Of on the stage Here I go A playing the star again Here 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 out your body Like the music that you play Later in the evening As you lie awake in bed With the echoes of the amplifiers Ringing in your head Smoke the day's last cigarette Remembering what she said But here I am Oh, but the road again Here I am Of on the stage Here I go A playing the star again Here I go Turn the page Yeah, here I am Oh, but the road again Here I am Of on the stage Here I go Yeah, a playing the star again Here I go Here I go Oh, here I go