Turn the Page - Metallica(capo 1)

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha,

you can listen to the engine moanin' out his one long song,

you can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before.

But your thoughts will soon be wandering, 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.

So you walk into this restaurant, all 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.

Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can,

all the same old cliches: “Is it woman? Is it man?“

And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand.

Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away,

every ounce of energy, you try and 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 of the amplifiers ringin' in your head,

you smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said.

there I go. CTurn the page.

There I go - o, there I go.