Bob Seger - Turn the page

^EOn a long and lonely highway east of Omaha ^DYou can listen to the engine, moanin' out as one long song ^AYou can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before ^{E E}And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do ^DWhen you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do ^AYou don't feel much like travelin, you just wish the trip was through ^E

^DBut here I am, on the road ag^Eain ^DHere I am, up on sta^Ege ^DHere I go, playing the s^Atar again There I g^Co,^D turn the page ^E

^EYou walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road ^DAnd you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold ^AYou pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode ^{E E}Sometimes you hear em talkin, other times you can't ^DAll the same old cliches is that a woman or a man ^AAnd you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand ^E

^EOut there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away ^DEvery ounce of energy you try to give away ^AAnd the sweat pours from your body like the music that you play ^{E E}Later on that evening, as you lie awake in bed ^DEchoes of the amplifiers ringin in your head ^AAnd you smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said ^E

^DBut here I am, on the road ag^Eain ^DHere I am, up on sta^Ege ^DHere I go, playing the s^Atar again There I ^Cgo^D! There I Go! ^E