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.

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


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

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