Turn The Page
On a long and lonely highway east of Omaha You can listen to the engine, moanin' out as one long song You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do When your riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do You don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through
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
You walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road And you feel the eyes upon you, as your shaking off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Sometimes you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't Oh the same 'ole cliché's, that a woman or a man You always seem outnumbered, you don't 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, your 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, ringin' in your head You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said
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
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, turn the page There I go, turn the page
Bob Seger
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