| Usually take one last pass through town
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| Stop the car and touch the ground
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| Watch those streetlights swayin' in the breeze
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| Decorated store fronts
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| Rusty old gas pumps
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| Try to fill my mind up
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| With somethin' before I go
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| Picture postcard memories
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| You know they always make for good company
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| I don’t know no town
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| Like the old town
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| Even when the miles are many
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| I feel like I’m still around
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| Deep inside me
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| Like rings through an oak tree
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| Yeah, there something ‘bout a Sunday when I’m gone
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| That keeps me turning home
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| I’m standin' here beneath these billboard lights
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| Takes me back to those autumn nights
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| Hometown bleachers packed real tight
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| As we marched down the field
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| My feet would swing from a dropped tailgate
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| Out on Airport Road real late
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| No one could walk a line too straight
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| We usually made it home alright
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| And glory days I cant re-live
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| Stories I’ll never forget
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| And I don’t know no friends
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| Like the old friends
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| I never seem to laugh now
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| Like I did with them
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| But deep inside me
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| A piece of history
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| Yeah, I hear their voices even though they’re gone
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| And it keeps me turning home
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| Never twice the same way does it start
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| And sure enough she stole my heart
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| On the old gym floor, spinnin' round and round one night
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| And though we both tried hard to wait
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| We sure did love the taste
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| Of the sweet love being made and prayin' I got it right
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| Graduation came and went
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| Along with all the time we spent
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| And I don’t know no love
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| Like the first love
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| When I think about the best times
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| She’s the one I think of
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| Deep inside me
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| All though the taste is bittersweet
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| I see her smilin' even though she’s gone
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| And it keeps me turning home, yeah
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| And it keeps me turning home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turning Home , by - David Nail. Song from the album I'm About To Come Alive, in the genre Кантри