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