Bob Seger - Turn The Page |
Turn The Page
Bob Seger On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha You can listen to the engine rollin' out as one lone song You can think about the woman Or the girl you knew the night before. But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothin' 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, playin star again There I go, turn the page. Well, you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold. You pretend it doesn't bother you But you just want to explode. Most times you can hear 'em talk; other times you can't. And all the same ol' cliches, 'Is that a woman or a man?' And 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, playin' star again There I go, turn the page. Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away And 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 from the amplifiers ringin' in your head. You smoke the day's last cigarette Rememberin' what she said. Ah, here I am, on the road again There I am, up on the stage Here I go, playin' star again There I go, turn the page. Ah, here I am, on the road again There I am, up on the stage Here I go, playin' star again There I go, there I go. |