That faded sign is right there where they left it On the corner on Windmill and Hercules On Fridays Fred works behind the bar It's clear to see that not much has changed Theres a wooden bench Where Grandpa used to park Underneath the willow trees And on it still lies a heart Etched forever in time by him and me Him and me It may not look like much to someone on these streets But this sacred place holds more than memories Every turn of every road Is a window to my soul This whole town is holy ground to me I wish someone would have told me at 16 I'd be standing here looking back Watching this little world that made me Feeling every feeling like i never left It may not look like much to someone on these streets But this sacred place holds more than memories Every turn of every road Is a window to my soul This whole town is holy ground to me It may not look like much to someone on these streets But this sacred place holds more than memories Every turn of every road Is a window to my soul This whole town is holy ground to me Holy ground to me