Turn The Page (Live At Cobo Hall, Detriot/1975/Remaster 2011)

This is from '72 also

'Bout bein' on the road

It's called "Turn the Page", yeah

One, two, three, and

On a long and lonesome highway

East of Omaha

You can listen to the engine

Moaning out its 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 riding sixteen hours

And there's nothin' much to do

And you don't feel much like riding

You just wish the trip was through, mm

Say, here I am

On the road again

There I am

Up on the stage

Here I go

Playin' 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

All the same old clichés

"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' 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

Remembering what she said

Ah, here I am

On the road again

There I am