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TURN THE PAGE
GARAGE
INC /1998
(Originally
recorded by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band)
On
a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You
can hear the engine moanin' out his one long one note song
You
can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
But
your thoughts will 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 them talk, other times you can
All
the same old clich?
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
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 of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You
smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said
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
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