Garage Inc Turn The Bage
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