Turn the Page (Bob Seger cover)

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha

You listen to the engines moanin’ out his one long one note song

You’d think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will be wanderin’ the way they always do

When you’re ridin’ sixteen hours 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

There I go playin’ star again

There I go turn the page

So you walk into this restaurant, all 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

Yeah, most times you can’t hear ’em talk, other times you can

All the same old clich?s, “Is it woman? Is it man?”

And you always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare make your stand… make your stand

Now here I am on the road again

There I am up on the stage

Here I go playin’ the star again

There I go turn the page, whoa, oh!

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, yeah

Later in the evenin’ 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… what she said

Yeah!

Yeah, and here I am on the road again

There I am up on that stage

And here I go playin’ star again

And there I go turn the page

And there I go turn that page

There I go, oh yeah yeah

There I go, yeah yeah

There I go, yeah

Here I go, yeah

There I go, whoa-whoa

There I go… and I’m gone