Turn the Page - Originally Recorded by Bob Seger in 1973
-------------

On a long and lonesome highway
east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moanin'
out as one long song.
You can think about the woman
or the girl you knew the night before.

But your thoughts will soon be wonderin'
the way they always do.
When you're riding sixteen hours,
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.
There I am
up on the stage.
There I go
playin' star again.
There I go
turn the page.

So you walk into this restaraunt
a' 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.

Yeah most times you can't hear 'em talk.
Other times you can.
All the same old cliches.
Is it woman, is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered,
you don't dare make a stand.
Make your stand, ah but

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

Whoa, ho, out there in the spotlight.
You're a million miles away.
Every ounce of energy,
you're tryin' 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,
rememberin' what she said.
What she said.

Yeah, here I am
on the road again.
There I am
up on that stage.
Here I go
playin' star again.
Yeah there I go
turn the page.
Yeah there I go
turn that page.
There I go, yeah, yeah.
There I go, yeah, yeah.

There I go, yeah.
Here I go, yeah.
There I go, whoa, there I go.
And I'm gone.

    Source: geocities.com/sunsetstrip/backstage/4256

               ( geocities.com/sunsetstrip/backstage)                   ( geocities.com/sunsetstrip)