Turn the Page - Metallica

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha.
You can listen to the engine's moanin 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 wanderin', the way they always do.
When your ridin' sixteen hours, and theres nothin' much to do.
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through...

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

So you walk into this restaraunt, all strung from the road.
You can 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...
And most times you can't hear him talk, other times you can.
All the same old clich?s, is it woman? is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make your stand...
Make your stand.

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

Whoa-ho, Out there in the spotlight, your a million miles away.
Every ounce of energy, you try & give away.
And the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play...
Later in the evening, as you lay awake in bed.
With the echoes of the amplifiers, ringin' in your head.
As you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said...
What she said...

Yeahhhh, and Here I am, on the road again.
There I am, upon the stage.
Here I go, playin' star again.
And There I go, turn the page.
And there I go, turn that page.
There I go... Yeah yeah, there I go...
Yeah yeah yeah...
There I go... Yeah.
Here I go... Yeah.
There I go..... There I go.....
And i'm gone......

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