Turning Home

Usually take one last pass through town
Stop the car, and touch the ground
Watch those street lights swayin' in the breeze

Decorated storefronts
Rusty ol' gas pumps
Try to fill my mind up with somethin' 'fore I go

Picture postcard memories
Well, they always make for good company

I don't know no town like the ol' town
Even when the miles are many, I feel like I'm still around
Deep inside me like a ring's through an oak tree
There's somethin' 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone
That keeps me turnin' home

Standin' here beneath these billboard lights
Takes me back to those autumn nights
Hometown bleachers packed real tight as we marched down the field

My feet would swing from a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport Road real late
No one could walk a line too straight, but usually made it home alright

And glory days I can't relive
Stories I'll never forget

I don't know no friends like the ol' friends
I never seem to laugh now like I did with them
But deep inside me, a piece of my history
I hear their voices even though they're gone
And it keeps me turnin' home

Never twice the same way does it start
Sure enough, she stole my heart
On that ol' gym floor spinnin' 'round and 'round one night

And though we both tried real hard to wait,
We sure did love the taste
Of the sweet love bein' made, and prayin' I got it right

Graduation came and went
Along with all the time we spent

I don't know no love like the first love
When I think about the best times, she's the one I think of
Deep inside me, oh the taste is bitter sweet
I see her smilin' even though she's gone
And it keeps me turnin' home

Yeah, it keeps me turnin' home