Post N° 137

On a long and lonesome highway, east of OmahaYou can listen to the engine moanin' out it's one note songYou can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night beforeBut your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always doWhen you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing there to doAnd you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was throughHere I am, on the road againThere I am, on the stageHere I go, playing star againThere I go, turn the pageWell you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the roadAnd you feel the eyes upon you as you're shaking off the coldYou pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explodeMost times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you canAll the same old cliche's, is it woman is it man?You always seem outnumbered, so you don't dare make a standHere I am, on the road againThere I am, on the stageHere I go, playing star againThere I go, turn the pageOut there in the spotlight you're a million miles awayEvery ounce of energy, you try to give awayAs the sweat pours out your body like the music that you playLater in the evening as you lie awake in bedWith the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your headYou smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she saidHere I am, on the road againThere I am, up on the stageHere I go, playing star againThere I go, turn the pageHere I am, on the road againThere I am, on the stage yeahHere I go, playing star againThere I go, there I go {Bob Seger - Turn the Page - Back in '72}