Turn the Page (Live)

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha

You can listen to the engine moaning out his one-note song

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

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

When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothin' 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

Playin' star again

There I go

Turn the page

Well, 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

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

All the same old clichés, "Is that a woman or a man?"

And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand

Here I am

On the road again

There I am

Up on the stage

Here I go

Playin' 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

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 from the amplifiers ringin' in your head

You smoke the day's last cigarette remembering what she said

Ah, here I am

On the road again

There I am

Up on the stage

Here I go

Playin' star again

There I go

Turn the page

Ah, here I am

On the road again

There I am

Up on a stage

Here I go

Playin' star again

There I go

There I go