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 cliché'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