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Usually take one last pass through town
Stop the car and touch the ground
Watch those street lights swaying in the breeze
Decorated storefronts, rusty old gas pumps
Try to fill my mind up with something full of gold
Picture posts called memories
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 a range to an old tree
There's something about a Sunday when I'm gone
It keeps me turning on
Standing in beneath these building lights
Takes me back to those autumn nights
Hometown beaches packed real tight
As we marched down the field
My feet would swing from the drive-thru gate
I don't have a road to relay
No one can walk a line too straight
We 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 old friends
I never seem to laugh now like I did then
But deep inside me a piece of my history
I hear their voices even though they're gone
And it keeps me turning on
Never twice the same way does it start
Sure enough she stole my heart
That old gym floor
It's been round and round one night
Though we both tried hard to wait
We sure did love the taste
Of sweet love being made
Praying 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
But 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 smiling even though she's gone
And it keeps me turning on
It keeps me turning on
It keeps me turning on
It keeps me turning on
It keeps me turning on
It keeps me turning on