I went back home the other day To see some old friends that I used to know It was strange to see what all had changed But just like me my hometown had to grow
On lazy Sunday afternoons We used to drive around the neighborhood But as I look around I see That nothing really looks the way it should
There's a parking lot where the church used to be And the old town drunk changed his ways Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane Looking 'round for the good old days
My high-school sweetheart's married off With two kids and another on the way And my coach I hardly recognized His thick black hair has slowly turned to grey
All the debutantes and the homecoming queen Have taken kids on to raise Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane Looking 'round for the good old days
When I find myself romancing now Of the way that it used to be I can't help thinking someday That it's coming back to me But I've never been the kind To see the forest for the trees
Looking back on yesterday Never was my favorite thing to do But that's OK it's just as well It's seems as though there's less to hold on to
There's a parking lot where the church used to be And the old town drunk changed his ways Still my mind goes wandering down memory lane Looking 'round for the good old days