| 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. |