Turn The Page — Golden Earring

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can listen to the engine Moanin' out it's one note song You can think about the woman Or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wondering The way they always do When your ridin' sixteen hours And there's nothing there to do And you don't feel much like ridin' You just wish the trip was through

Here I am, on the road again Here I am, on the stage Here I go, playin' star again Here I go, turn the page

Well you walk into a 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

Most times you can't hear 'em talk Other times you can It's the same old clich?'s Is it woman, is it man And you always seem outnumbered So you don't dare make a stand

Here I am, on the road again Here I am, on the stage Here I go, playin' star again Here 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

Here I am, on the road again Here I am, on the stage Here I go, playin' star again Here I go, turn the page

Here I am, on the road again Here I am, on the stage Here I go, playin' star again Here I go, here I go, here I go

Here I am, on the road again Here I am, on the stage Here I go, playin' star again Here I go, here I go, turn the page Turn the page, turn the page, turn the page