"Turning Home"

Being at the biggest crossroad of my life, I relate to this song like no other.  I really believe no matter how far you go, you will carry pieces of your life with you.  And if you don't, they come back to find you.  On the other hand, if your like me, you would want every piece of your life to make the 900 mile trek so you could follow your dreams with them right beside you.  Well, to me, this is what this song is.  This has to be one of those songs that you can do math until you turn blue but it still doesn't add up as to why this song still isn't number 1 on the charts.  Everyone can relate to this, maybe not now, but they will one day.

Hopefully, whether your memories are wonderful or bittersweet, we all carry some part of our innocence/childhood/hometown with us every day.  Do yourself a favor and watch the second video.  The best live radio performance I have ever seen!  

FM Radio:
Singer: David Nail
Songwriters: Kenny Chesney, Scooter Carusoe
Song: "Turning Home"


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 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
And sure enough she stole my heart
On the 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

"Somewhere With You"

Have you ever felt like your in the middle of a conversation, speaking, staring at someone talking to you, but for some reason you're just not there.  Well, this is a song for all of those moments.  I will admit, I've heard this on the radio countless times, and in the midst of driving, I had no clue what this was about because I found myself lost in Kenny Chesney's emotionless singing.  There, I said it...  But, when I was looking for songs to spotlight on the blog, I ran across the songwriter's version, Shane McAnally's, version of this incredible song, and right there and then, I was lost in this story and soaked with these emotions.  My gosh this song is beyond what I expected.  Do yourself a favor, listen to Kenny's version first, and then to the real version, Shane McAnally's.  I guarantee you will feel the same, unless you are a die-hard Kenny Chesney nut.

There's magic in this chorus that makes my heart burn.  The musicality combined with the depth it gives the story is incredible.  I would love to hear a female sing this!  P.S.  Listen to the story behind the song, who would think this would be that product?!


FM Radio:
Singer: Kenny Chesney
Songwriters: Shane McAnally, J.T Harding
Song: "Somewhere With You"


If you're going out with someone new
I'm going out with someone too
I won't feel sorry for me, I'm getting drunk
But I'd much rather be somewhere with you

Laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah
Driving around on a Saturday night
You made fun of me for singing my song
Got a hotel room just to turn you on
You said pick me up at three a.m.
You're fighting with your mom again
And I'd go, I'd go, I'd go somewhere with you

I won't sit outside your house
And wait for the lights to go out
Call up an ex to rescue me, climb in their bed
When I'd much rather sleep somewhere with you

Like we did on the beach last summer
When the rain came down and we took cover
Down in your car, out by the pier
You laid me down, whispered in my ear
I hate my life, hold on to me
Ah, if you ever decide to leave
Then I'll go, I'll go, I'll go

I can go out every night of the week
Can go home with anybody I meet
But it's just a temporary high 'cause when I close my eyes
I'm somewhere with you, somewhere with you

If you see me out on the town
And it looks like I'm burning it down
You won't ask and I won't say
But in my heart I'm always somewhere with you

Laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah
Driving around on a Saturday night
You made fun of me for singing my song
Got a hotel room just to turn you on

You said pick me up at three a.m.
You're fighting with your mom again
And I'd go, I'd go, I'd go

I can go out every night of the week
Can go home with anybody I meet
But it's just a temporary high 'cause when I close my eyes
I'm somewhere with you, somewhere with you

Somewhere with you
I'm somewhere with you
I'm somewhere with you
Somewhere with you
Somewhere with you