Turn The Page

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can listen to the engines moanin' out his one old song Think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before But your thoughts will soon be wanderin', the way they always do When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do And you don't feel much like ridin', you wish the trip was through Here I am, on the road again, here I am, up on the stage Here I go, playin' 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 shakin' off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode (yeah, oh) Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can All the same old cliché's, "is it woman, or is it man" And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make your stand Make your stand Ah, here I am, on the road again, here I am, up on the stage Here I go, playin' star again, there I go, turn the page Whoa, hey 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 evenin', as you lie awake in bed With the echoes of the amplifiers, ringin' in your head You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said What she said Oh, here I am, on the road again, here I am, up on that stage Here I go, playin' star again, there I go, turn the page Here I go, turn that page Here I go, there I go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, I'm a rock and roll god Here I go Here I go Here I go, oh whoa Here I go --- Turn The Page - Metallica