Turn The Page
Jon English Lyrics

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
While driving far away from home, feelings of loneliness and isolation creep in as the miles go by.

You can listen to the engine moanin' out it's one note song
The sound of the engine becomes a monotonous backdrop to the tedium of the journey.

You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the ni-i-ight before
Memories of last night's meaningless encounter keep coming up in one's head, distracting from the present moment.

But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do
It's hard to focus on anything when stuck in a thought loop triggered by the monotony and boredom of the trip.

When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' there to do
Long hours spent driving wear down one's mental and physical stamina, making time drag on endlessly.

And you don't feel much like writin', you just wish the trip was throu-ou-ough
Creative inspiration is hard to come by in such a situation, and one just wants the journey to be over with.

Here I a-am, on the road again
The journey keeps repeating itself, with no end in sight.

Here I a-am, on the stage
Performing on stage gives a sense of purpose and meaning to life, even if it's just a temporary escape from the drudgery of the road.

Here I go-o, playin' star again
Entering the spotlight transforms an everyday person into a star, with all the associated expectations and pressures.

Here I go-o, turn the page
Starting fresh again, both on stage and in life, with a new chapter waiting to be written.

Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road
Being on the road for extended periods of time takes a toll on the body and mind, leaving one feeling disheveled and out of sorts.

And you can feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold
Being in the public eye, even if just for a moment, magnifies the sense of scrutiny and judgment from others.

You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to ExPLODE...
Putting up a façade of indifference and confidence masks the inner turmoil and emotional exhaustion one is experiencing.

Sometimes you can't hear them talk, but other times you can
The noise and chaos of being in public can make it difficult to tune out other people's conversations and comments about you.

And it's the same old cliches, is it woman, is it man
People's judgmental attitudes and tired gender stereotypes are a source of frustration and annoyance when constantly subjected to them.

And you always seem outnumbered so you don't dare make a sta-a-and
Feeling like the outsider and under constant scrutiny makes it hard to assert oneself and stand up for what one believes in.

Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away
The attention and adoration of the crowd can make one feel like they are not quite themselves, but rather a persona or character far removed from ordinary life.

And every ounce of energy you try to give away
Performing requires immense emotional and physical energy, leaving one feeling drained and empty afterwards.

As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play-ay-ay
The physical and emotional toll of performance is evident in the sweat that pours out of the musician's body, like the music pouring out of their soul.

Later in the evenin' as you lie awake in bed
Even after the performance is over, the adrenaline and excitement can make it hard to fall asleep afterwards.

With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
The sound of the music echoes in one's mind long after the concert is over.

You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she sai-ai-aid
Reflecting on the past, and in particular on a personal relationship or conversation, takes on a new depth and significance late at night, when the road-weary mind is more receptive to such thoughts.