Turn The Page

(album: Garage Inc. - 1998)

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning out its 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 riding sixteen hours there's 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
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There 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 shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode

And most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old clichés, "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 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 of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said

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

There I go, turn that page
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
Here I go, yeah
There I go
There I go
And I'm gone