Turning Home Lyrics

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