Bob Seger - Turn the page

^EmOn a long and lonely highway east of Omaha ^DYou can listen to the engine, moanin' out as one long song You can ^Amthink about the woman, or the girl you knew the night ^Em before ^EmAnd your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do When you're^D riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do You don't ^Amfeel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was ^Emthrough

But here I ^Dam, on the road a^Emgain Here I ^Dam, up on ^Emstage Here I ^Dgo, playing the star ^Amagain There I ^Cgo, ^D turn the ^Empage

^EmYou walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road And you ^Dfeel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold You ^Ampretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to ^Emexplode ^EmSometimes you hear 'em talkin', other times you can't All the ^Dsame old cliches is that a woman or a man And you ^Amalways seem outnumbered, you dare not make a ^Emstand

But here I ^Dam, on the road a^Emgain Here I ^Dam, up on ^Emstage Here I ^Dgo, playing the star ^Amagain There I ^Cgo, ^D turn the ^Empage

^EmOut there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away ^DEvery ounce of energy you try to give away And the ^Amsweat pours from your body like the music that you ^Emplay ^EmLater on that evening, as you lie awake in bed ^DEchoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head And you ^Amsmoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she ^Emsaid

But here I ^Dam, on the road a^Emgain Here I ^Dam, up on ^Emstage Here I ^Dgo, playing the star ^Amagain There I ^Cgo, ^D turn the ^Empage