Turn The Page

Along a lonesome highway, east in Lomahan, listening to the ending morning, there is one song, you could think about a woman, you're the girl I knew the night before.

I'm bored of towin' news and howlin' the way they always do

When they ride the 16 hour, there's nothin' much to do

We don't like feels like we're ridin', you could just as well stress through

Here I am, on the roll again

Then here I am, upon the stage

Here I go, playing the sound again

There I go, turn the page

So you walk into the restaurant

Struck out from the row

I feel the lies around you, I've been shaken of the cold

Your brain knows about you, but it just tends to explode

You get more stamina, you can handle the talk

All the time you get, arms and clichés

It's the woman, it's the man That wants the same, to buy the ride

You're the dumber man, make him stay Make him stay

Here I am, on the road again Here I am, upon the stage

Here I go, playing the start again. There I go, turning the page.

Ho, ho, I'm there in the spotlight, a million miles away.

arrows and tears, try to give it away as they sport your body like a music that you play

In the early evening, you lie awake in bed with just a pack of fires raging in your head

Smokin' these lead cigarettes Remember what you said

What you said

Yeah

Yeah, here I am

On the road again

Here I am

Up on the stage

Here I go, ready to start again Here I go, turn the page

Here I go, turn the page Here I go, yeah

There I go, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here I go, yeah.

Here I go, yeah.

There I go, there I go.