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Turn The Page - Joey B.
On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moaning out as one long 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
There's nothing much to do
And You don't feel much like traveling
You just wish the trip was through
So here I am on the road again
There I am up on the stage
There I go playing the star again
There I go turn the page
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 hear them talk
Other times you can't
All the same old cliches:
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
There I go playing the 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
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 echos from the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the days last cigarette
Remembering what she said
What she said
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
There I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
There I go
Turn the page
There I go
There I go
