Turn The Page

Turn The Page
Bob Seger









On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out its one note 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 there’s nothing much to do
And you don’t 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 the 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 shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn’t 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 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, playing the 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 from the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said
Ah here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the 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 the star again
There I go,
there I go