Bob Seger Quotes

Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time
Breaking all of the rules that would bend
I began to find myself searchin'
Searching for shelter again and again.<p>Against the wind
A little something against the wind
I found myself seeking shelter
Against the wind.

He wants to dream like a young man
With the wisdom of an old man.
He wants his home and security,
He wants to live like a sailor at sea.
Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall?
You realize you just can't have it all.

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy,
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy.
Workin' on mysteries without any clues,
Workin' on our night moves.
Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news,
Workin' on our night moves.

Cruisin on the grey snakes till my dyin day
Checkin all the hen houses out along the way
Wastin time and drinkin wine
Life is short and I ain't lyin
Livin all I can through every day.

I woke last night to the sound of thunder,
"How far off," I sat and wondered.
Started hummin' a song from 1962.
Ain't it funny how the night moves,
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose.
Strange how the night moves, with autumn closin' in.

That's why I'm going to Katmandu,
Up to the mountains where I'm going to.
If I ever get out of here,
That's what I'm gonna do.

And I stood arrow straight
Unencumbered by the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes.
I stood proud, I stood tall
High above it all.
I still believed in my dreams.

Who wants to brave those bronze beauties
Lying in the sun.
With their long soft hair falling
Flying as they run.
Oh they smile so shy
And they flirt so well
And they lay you down so fast
Till you look straight up and say
Oh lord, am I really here at last?

So here I am.
On the road again.
There I am,
Up on the stage.
And here I go,
Playin' the star again.
There I go,
Turn the page.

On a long, lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out its 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.

She stood there bright as the sun on that California coast.
He was a Midwestern boy on his own.
She looked at him with those soft eyes, so innocent and blue.
He knew right then he was too far from home.
He was too far from home.

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.
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed.
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head.
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said.

In the pool halls, the hustlers and the losers
I used to watch 'em through the glass.
Well I'd stand outside at closing time
Just to watch her walk on past.
Unlike all the other ladies, she looked so young and sweet.
As she made her way alone down that empty street.
Down on Mainstreet.

You always said the cards would never do you wrong.
The trick you said was never play the game too long.
A gambler's share.
The only risk that you would take.
The only loss you could forsake
The only bluff you couldn't fake.

And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me oh so tight
Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then.