Turn the Page
Bob Seger / Bob Seger: Back in '72 (1973)
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On a long and lonely highway, east of Omaha, |
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You can | listen to the engine, moanin' out as one long song. |
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You can | think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night | before; |
And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do. |
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When you're | riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do, |
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You | don't feel much like travelin', you just wish the trip was | through. |
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But here I | am, on the | road again. |
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Here I | am, up on | stage. |
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Here I | go, playing the | star again. |
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There I | go, | turn the | page. |
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You walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road |
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And you | feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold. |
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You | pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to | explode, |
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Sometimes you hear 'em talkin', other times you can't. |
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All the | same old cliches, is that a woman or a man. |
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And you | always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a | stand. |
But here I am, on the road again. - Here I am, up on stage. |
Here I go, playing the star again. - There I go, turn the page. |
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Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away. |
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Every ounce of energy you try to give away, |
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And the | sweat pours from your body like the music that you | play. |
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Later on that evening, as you lie awake in bed, |
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Echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head, |
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And you | smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she | said. |
But here I am, on the road again. - Here I am, up on stage. |
Here I go, playing the star again. - There I go, turn the page. |