Turn The Bage Lyrics

Turn The Bage lyrics

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 much to do 
You don`t feel much like traveling, you just wish the trip was through  
 
But here I am, on the road again 
Here I am, up on the stage 
Here I go, playing the star again 
There I go, turn the page  
 
You walk into a restaraunt, 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  
 
Sometimes you can here `em talk, other times you can`t 
All the same `ole cliches: is that a woman or a man? 
And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand  
 
But here I am, on the road again 
Here I am, up on the stage 
Here I go, playing the star again 
There I go, turn the page  
 
Out there in the spotlight, your a million miles away 
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away 
And the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play  
 
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed 
Echos of the amplifiers, ringing in your head 
As you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said  
 
But here I am, on the road again 
Here I am, up on the stage 
Here I go, playing the star again 
There I go, turn the page  
 
But here I am, on the road again 
Here I am, up on the stage 
Here I go, playing the star again 
There I go, turn the page