Turning Home

Usually take one last pass through town Stop the car and touch the ground Watch those streetlights Swayin' in the breeze Decorated store fronts 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 oak tree Yeah, there's something 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone That keeps me turning home I'm 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 turning home Never twice the same way does it start And 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 being made And 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 turning home, yeah It keeps me turning home