Song | Turn the Page |
Artist | Bob Seger |
Album | Ultimate Hits: Rock and Roll Never Forgets |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 woman, or the girl you knew the night before, | |
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do. | |
When your 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, | |
You can 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. | |
Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man | |
You always see my number, 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 your a million miles away, | |
Every ounce of energy, you try and 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 days 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. | |
Here i am, on the road again. there i am, up on the stage. | |
Ah here i go, playing star again. | |
There i go, there i go. |
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 woman, or the girl you knew the night before, | |
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do. | |
When your 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, | |
You can 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. | |
Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man | |
You always see my number, 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 your a million miles away, | |
Every ounce of energy, you try and 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 days 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. | |
Here i am, on the road again. there i am, up on the stage. | |
Ah here i go, playing star again. | |
There i go, there i go. |
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 woman, or the girl you knew the night before, | |
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do. | |
When your 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, | |
You can 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. | |
Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man | |
You always see my number, 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 your a million miles away, | |
Every ounce of energy, you try and 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 days 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. | |
Here i am, on the road again. there i am, up on the stage. | |
Ah here i go, playing star again. | |
There i go, there i go. |