*Turn The Page*

Soon be wandering
The way they always do.
When you're riding sixteen hours,
And there's On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha,
You can listen to the engines
Moanin' out as one note song.
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before.

But your thoughts will 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
Here I am ....up on the stage
There I go .....playing star again
There I go .....turn the page

So you walk into this 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.

Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk
Other times you can.
Oh, the same old cliches
Is it woman? Is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand
Make your 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
You're 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 echoes of the amplifiers
Ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette
Remembrin' what she said
What she said...

There I go there I go...
...And I'm gone.

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