Sometimes Music Touches Your Heart

     Have you ever had the radio on and when a song started playing, you truly felt the song. That happened to me yesterday. I've been listening to the music channel on my television quite a bit this summer. I am usually a rock/pop kind of girl...but yesterday I changed the channel. I knew that if I had to listen to Katy Perry's California Girls one more time I was going to lose my mind. I flipped the station to Contemporary Country just for a change of pace. I don't like country music that sounds country. There has never been a Johnny Cash or George Strait CD in my house. I do like country pop (Rascal Flatts, Sugarland) on occasion.

     I was just blogging away when I noticed a song playing. I looked up to see who the artist was and it was someone I'd never heard of, David Nail. Now maybe you country fans are familiar with him, but I certainly wasn't. The song was Turning Home. I don't know why this particular song hit a nerve with me. I think that the combination of finding over 100 of my old high school friends on Facebook and losing my mom has made me a little nostalgic for "the good old days". Maybe seeing all those pictures of grandchildren my friends post or the ever increasing list of classmates that are no longer with us has made me think about the carefree times of high school.

     Within the hour I had purchased the album (I'm About To Come Alive) on iTunes and I've been playing it constantly since. I like all of the songs on the CD and that doesn't happen very often. My husband hates it when I find songs I love, they just play and play and play.

I thought I'd share a little of his music with you. Click here to listen to Turning Home.

photo from David Nail's Official Website

Usually take one last pass through town
Stop the car and touch the ground
Watch those streetlights swayin’ in the breeze
Decorated store fronts
Rusty old gas pumps
Try to fill my mind up
With somethin’ before 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 turning home

I’m 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 cant re-live
Stories I’ll never forget

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 turning home

Never twice the same way does it start
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 being made and prayin’ I got it right
Graduation came and went
Along with all the time we spent

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
All though the taste is bittersweet
I see her smilin’ even though she’s gone
And it keeps me turning home, yeah
And it keeps me turning home



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