Thank you Boston, how you doin'?

Alright

It's nice to be here

It sure is nice to finally be here, yeah

We're gonna do a song here 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' 16 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

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

And 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