When I six years old I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
Tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass
As I rolled down
Take me back to when
I found my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them through the years
And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long
I know, I've grown
But I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at 90 down those country lanes
Signing to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel
And it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Fiftheen years old and smoking handrolled cigarettes
Running from the law trough the backfields
And getting drunk with my friends
Had my first kiss on a Friday night
I don't reckon I did it right
I was younger then
Take me back when we found
Weekend jobs when we got paid
And buy cheap spirits
And drink them straight
Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long
Oh, how we've grown
I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at 90 down those country lanes
Signing to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel
And it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes
One works down by the coast
One has two kids but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
Ones just already on his second wife
One just barely getting by
But these people raised me
And I can't wait to go home
And still remember those country lanes
When we did not know the answers
And I miss the way you make me feel
And it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill