Title: Turn The Page
Artist: Bob Seger
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Turn The Page - 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 you're 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 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 your 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.
Aw the same old cliches,
Is that woman or a man
And you always see 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
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 day's 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.
Ah, here I am,
On the road again.
There I am,
Up on the stage.
Here I go,
Playing star again.
There I go,

There I go.