(Originally recorded by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band)



On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine’s moanin’ out his one note song
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you’re ridin’ sixteen hours and 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’re walkin’ to this restaurant, a 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
Most times you can’t hear them talk, other times you can
All the same old clichities
Is that woman or is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare make a stand, make your stand

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page

Out there in the spotlight you’re a million miles away
Every younce of energy you try to 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 echoes of the amplifiers ringin’ in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette, rememberin’ what she said, what she said

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page
There I go
Turn that page
There I go

Turn The Page Metallica

 

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