TURN THE PAGE
On a long and lonesome highway
east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning
out as one note song
You 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 riding sixteen hours and
there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding,
you just wish the trip was through
Chorus:
Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant
strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you,
as you're shaking 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 clich's, "Is it
woman? Is it man?"
And you always seem outnumbered,
you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand
Chorus
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, yeah
Later in the evening, you lie
awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers
ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette,
remembering what she said
What she said
Chorus
ПЕРЕВЕРНИ СТРАНИЦУ
К востоку от Омахи, на бесконечном
шоссе в полном одиночестве
Можешь без помех послушать нытье мотора
на одной ноте
И вспомнить женщину или девушку, с
которой познакомился вечером накануне
Но твои мысли быстро перескочат в
привычное русло, как всегда,
Когда ехать часов шестнадцать и
заняться нечем.
И ехать-то особо не хочется, скорей бы
уже добраться.
Припев:
И вот я снова качу по дороге,
И вот я снова стою на сцене,
Вот я снова корчу из себя звезду,
Вот здесь - переверни страницу.
Вот ты заходишь в очередной ресторанчик,
едва живой с дороги.
И чувствуешь - пока пытаешься согреться,
все пялятся только на тебя.
Делаешь вид, что тебе все равно, хотя
хочется рвать и метать
Чаще всего до тебя не долетают обрывки
их разговоров, но иногда ты слышишь -
Ничего нового - "Это девка? Или парень?"
И кажется, ты вечно в меньшинстве и
страшно открыть рот
Ответить им всем.
Припев
В свете прожекторов ты словно на
другой планете
Стремишься выжать из себя и отдать
последнюю унцию энергии,
Чувствуешь, как пот стекает по спине
вместе с музыкой, которую играешь
А чуть позже тем же вечером валяешься
в постели без сна,
Эхо от усилителей звенит в голове,
Куришь последнюю за день сигарету,
Вспоминаешь ее слова
Ее слова.
Припев TURN THE PAGE
On a long and lonesome highway
east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning
out as one note song
You 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 riding sixteen hours and
there's nothing much to do
And you do not feel much like riding,
you just wish the trip was through
Chorus:
Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant
strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you,
as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it does not bother you,
but you just want to explode
Yeah, most times you can not hear 'em
talk, other times you can
All the same old clich's, & quot; Is it
woman? Is it man? & Quot;
And you always seem outnumbered,
you do not dare make a stand
Make your stand
Chorus
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, yeah
Later in the evening, you lie
awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers
ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette,
remembering what she said
What she said
Chorus
Turn the page
To the east of Omaha , on the infinite
highway alone
You can not listen to whining noise motor
one note
And remember the woman or girl , with
whom he had met the night before
But your thoughts quickly pereskochat in
normal course , as always,
When to go sixteen hours and
do nothing .
And go to a not particularly want to , most would
already reached .
Chorus:
And here I am again Kachu on the road ,
And here I am again standing on the stage ,
Here again I pose as a star,
Here - turn the page .
Here you walk into another restaurant,
barely alive on the road.
And you feel - while trying to keep warm,
all just stare at you.
Pretend you do not care , though
I want to rant and rave
Most often, you do not reach up scraps
their conversations , but sometimes you hear -
Nothing new - & quot; This girl ? Or the guy ? & Quot;
And it seems you're always in the minority and
afraid to open his mouth
Answer them all.
Chorus
In the spotlight on you like
another planet
Seeks to make the most of themselves and give
last ounce of energy ,
Feel the sweat running down his back
along with the music that plays
A little later the same evening wallow
in bed without sleep,
Echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head,
Last smoke a cigarette per day ,
Remember her words
Her words .
Chorus | |
