Turning Home

Usually take one last pass through town

Stop the car and touch the ground

Watch those streetlights

Swayin' in the breeze

Decorated storefronts

Rusty old 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 old town

Even when the miles are many, I feel like I'm still around

Deep inside me like rings through an old oak tree

Yeah, 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

We usually made it home alright

And glory days I can't relive

Stories I'll never forget

And I don't know no friends like the old friends

I never seem to laugh now like I did with them

But deep inside me a piece of my history

Yeah, 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 old gym floor

Spinnin' 'round and 'round one night

'Though we both tried hard to wait

We sure did love the taste

Of the sweet love bein' made

Prayin' I got it right

Graduation came and went

Along with all the time we spent

And 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 all the things taste bittersweet

I see her smilin' even though she's gone

And it keeps me turnin' home, yeah

It keeps me turnin' home