♪Usually take one last pass through townStop the car and touch the groundWatch those street lights swaying in the breezeDecorated storefronts, rusty old gas pumpsTry to fill my mind up with something full of goldPicture posts called memoriesThey always make for good companyI don't know no town like the old townEven when the miles are manyI feel like I'm still aroundDeep inside me like a range to an old treeThere's something about a Sunday when I'm goneIt keeps me turning onStanding in beneath these building lightsTakes me back to those autumn nightsHometown beaches packed real tightAs we marched down the fieldMy feet would swing from the drive-thru gateI don't have a road to relayNo one can walk a line too straightWe usually made it home alrightAnd glory days I can't reliveStories I'll never forgetI don't know no friends like the old friendsI never seem to laugh now like I did thenBut deep inside me a piece of my historyI hear their voices even though they're goneAnd it keeps me turning onNever twice the same way does it startSure enough she stole my heartThat old gym floorIt's been round and round one nightThough we both tried hard to waitWe sure did love the tasteOf sweet love being madePraying I got it rightGraduation came and wentAlong with all the time we spentI don't know no love like the first loveBut when I think about the best timesShe's the one I think ofDeep inside meAlthough the taste is bittersweetI see her smiling even though she's goneAnd it keeps me turning onIt keeps me turning onIt keeps me turning onIt keeps me turning onIt keeps me turning onIt keeps me turning on