Lyrics:

Thank you Boston, how you doin'?
Alright
It's nice to be here
It sure is nice to finally be here
We're going to do a song from ''Live' Bullet'
Featuring our saxophone player, mister Alto Reed
We dedicate this to 'Jeep' Holland
And this is a song about being on the road, called 'Turn the Page'
On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moaning 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' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin'
You just wish the trip was through
Say, here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' the star again
There I go
Turn the page
Well, you walk into a restaurant
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
Oh, the same old clichés
'Is that a woman or a man?'
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand
Say, here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' the star again
There 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
Rememberin' what she said
Say, here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Just playin' the star again
There I go
Turn the page
Ah, here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
There I go