Burn With Rage

Just my version of Bob Seger’s “Turn The Page”…




On a long and lonesome highway, feast of feelin’ raw
You can listen to the medics moanin' out their same old song
You can think about the tannin’, or the cure you hope that lies before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen rounds and there's nothing else to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through


Here I am, on C’s road again
There I am, uppin’ the stage
Here I go, making scars again
There I go, burn with rage


Well you walk into the clinic halls all strung out from the road
And you feel docs’ eyes upon you as they’re checking out your moles
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode


Most times you don’t hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old cliches, is it benign, do we scan?
You always seem outnumbered, but you have to make your stand


Here I am, on C’s road again
There I am, uppin’ the stage
Here I go, making scars again
There I go, burn with rage


Lay there in the scan lights you’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you hope that C’s at bay
As the sweat pours out your body like the rubric that you pray


Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the MRI just ringin' in your head
You’ve spoke the days last epithet, remembering what you dread


Here I am, on C’s road again
There I am, uppin’ the stage
Here I go, making scars again
There I go, burn with rage


Here I am, on C’s road again
There I am, uppin’ the stage yeah
Here I go, making scars again
There I go, there I go