• Turn The Page

(Originally By: Bob Seger)

On a long and lonely highway, east of Omaha
Y ou can listen to the engines moanin' out as one long song
And you think about the woman,
O r the girl you knew the night before

...And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through

Here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
There I go, playin' star again
There I go, turn the page

As you walk into a restaraunt, all strung out from the road
A nd 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

Sometimes you can here 'em talk, other times you can't
All the same 'ole cliches: is that a woman or is it man?
...And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand

Here I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the stage
There I go, playin' 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
And the sweat pours from your body, like the music that you play

Later in the evenin', as you lie awake in bed
and the echos off the amplifiers, ringin' in your head
as you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said.