Turn The Page – Bob Seger

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin’ out his 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 you’re ridin’ sixteen hours, and there’s nothin’ 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
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’t hear ’em talk, other times you can
All the same old cliches, “Is that a woman or a man?”
And you always seem out-numbered, you don’t dare make a stand

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 echoes from the amplifiers. ringin’ in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette, rememberin’ what she said