Turn the Page - Bob Creeler On the information highway, Or even on the phone You can listen to the clients Cursin' out in one long song. You can think about the user You caught hacking in the night before But your thoughts will soon be wandering The way they always do When you're working sixteen hours And there's way too much to do And you don't feel much like talking You just wish the shift was through. Say... {Refrain} Here I am - on the phone again There I am - in silent rage On the phone - tech support again Here I go - turn the page Well, you walk into work confident Ready for some code, You feel the tension mounting As you're picking up the phone You pretend it doesn't bother you But you just want to explode Most times you can't hear 'em talk Other times you can Always the same old cliches "Why won't it work across the LAN?" And you always seem outnumbered You don't dare make a stand {Refrain} Back home with a terminal You can make some small headway Every ounce of energy You use to save the day As the code pours out your fingers To the music that you play. Later in the evening As you lie awake in bed With the echoes from the telephones Ringing in your head You drink the day's last mountain dew Remembrin' what you said Ah... {Refrain x 2}