Turn The Page
Song and Lyrics © Bob Seger/Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band
On a long and lonesome highway, East of Omaha. You can listen to the engine moaning out its one note song. You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before.
And there she stood. She was broken. She had nowhere to go. She had to where to turn. No one would listen. She was about to break.
But your thoughts will soon be wondering, the way they always do. When you're 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.
A part of her couldn't break. No. She wouldn't let herself. Not again. She wouldn't prove them right. She would stand for something. She would overcome. Or..she could fall for nothing.
Well, you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road. You can feel their eyes upon you as you're shaking off the cold. You pretend it doesn't bother you; but you just want to explode.
She could fall for nothing, and be back where she needed to be. Did she need this? No. She didn't want it, either. Whatever happened to the life she used to know, before he came around? He took it away. He took it all away. She had nothing.
Most times you can't hear them talk, other times you can. It's the same old clichés—is it a woman or a man? And you always seem outnumbered. You don't dare make a stand.
She could run. But running, where would that get her? She would be running in circles. Where would she go? What would she do? She needed her life back. She had to have it. But she was scared.
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away. Every once of energy that you try to give away; as the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play.
And then he came. He was her lifesaver. He did nothing. He said nothing. He showed her light. He gave her life back to her. She wanted him to be there. He was in her life now. She couldn't make it without him. She refused to. He was everything to her. He was real to her. He breathed. He loved her. She loved him. And she was okay with that.
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed with the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head. You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said.
Until she remembered him. The past.
But then she saw him. The present.
And he made it go away, just like he always would. Just like he always did. Because he was her now. He fixed her. She fixed him. And they were together. They needed each other. She depended upon him; he was her life source. And she fell in love with him.
There I go..turn the page.