...: Turn The Page :...
by Bob Seger
On a long and lonesome highway,
East of Omaha.
You can listen to the engine
Moaning out it's one lone 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 your riding sixteen hours
And theres nothing much to do.
And you dont feel much like riding,
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,
Playing star again.
There I go,
Turn the page.
Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road,
You feel the eyes upon you
As you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesnt bother you,
But you just want to explode.
Most times you can't hear 'em talk,
Other times you can.
All the same old cliches,
Is that woman or a man
You always seem out numbered,
You dont dare make a stand.
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.
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 echo from the amplifiers
Ringing in your head,
You smoke the days last cigarette,
Remembering what she said.
Now 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.
Now 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.
There I go, there I go...
