Metallica (Live) - Turn the Page [Helping Hands] lyrics
[Metallica Live - Turn the Page [Helping Hands] lyrics]
Here's a song we hope you
Know guess what count it
Is! Seven one, two, three
Four, one, two, three, four
On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning
Out as one old song
You think about the woman
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
Nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding
You wish the trip was through
Here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
There I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the page
You walk into this restaurant
All 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
And most times you can't hear them talk
Other times you can
All the same old cliches
Is it woman or is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand make your stand
And here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star again
Here I go, turn the page oh, oh, oh, oh
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 of the amplifiers
Ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette
Remembering what she said what she said
She said here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on that stage
There you go, you're playing the star again
There you go, turn the page
Oh, here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star again
There I go, oh there I go
Alright, alright, alright
Thank you guys how come we
Don't get a couch? Just this hard
This hard stool see
A doctor about that those guys
Can jump oh God
Yeah you got a coffee table too wow
Everyone does you got snacks
Wow those guys really
Go all out got peanuts okay ah
Know guess what count it
Is! Seven one, two, three
Four, one, two, three, four
On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning
Out as one old song
You think about the woman
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
Nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding
You wish the trip was through
Here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
There I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the page
You walk into this restaurant
All 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
And most times you can't hear them talk
Other times you can
All the same old cliches
Is it woman or is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand make your stand
And here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star again
Here I go, turn the page oh, oh, oh, oh
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 of the amplifiers
Ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette
Remembering what she said what she said
She said here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on that stage
There you go, you're playing the star again
There you go, turn the page
Oh, here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star again
There I go, oh there I go
Alright, alright, alright
Thank you guys how come we
Don't get a couch? Just this hard
This hard stool see
A doctor about that those guys
Can jump oh God
Yeah you got a coffee table too wow
Everyone does you got snacks
Wow those guys really
Go all out got peanuts okay ah