Turn The Page (Live At CenturyLink Center, Omaha, NE / April 8, 2017)

On a long lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out his one note 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 you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' left 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, up on the stage
Here I go, playin' this song again
Here I go, I turn the page

Yeah when you walk into a restaurant strung out 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 want to explode
Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old cliches, "Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered; you don't dare make a stand

Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playin' the star in Omaha again
There I go, I turn the page

Yeah up there in the spotlight you're a million miles away
And very ounce of energy I try to give away
And the sweat pours out my body like the music that I play
Yeah later in the evenin', as you lie awake in bed
And the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said

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

Yeah here I am, on the road again
Yeah there I am, up there on a stage
Here I go, playin' the star again
Yeah there I go
There I go

On a long lonesome highway, east of Omaha
Yeah I'm close enough to hear Council Bluffs call
And I smoke the day's last cigarette
And remember the sound of home alone