USUALLY TAKE
ONE LAST PASS
THROUGH TOWN
STOP THE CAR
AND TOUCH
THE GROUND
WATCH THOSE
STREET LIGHTS
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
YOU KNOW 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 SOMETHING
'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
YEAH YEAH
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
8 BAR
INSTRUMENTAL
BREAK
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
AND 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
YEAH YEAH
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
ALTHOUGH THE TASTE
IS BITTERSWEET
I SEE HER SMILIN'
EVEN THOUGH
SHE'S GONE
AND IT KEEPS ME
TURNIN' HOME YEAH
IT KEEPS ME
TURNIN' HOME