When I was six years
old I broke my leg
I was running from
my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume
of the mountain grass
I rolled down
I was younger then
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
Singing 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
Fifteen years old and smoking
hand-rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through
the backfields and getting
drunk with my friends
Had my first kiss
on a Friday night
I don't reckon that
I did it right
But I was younger then
take me back to when
We found weekend jobs
when we got paid
We'd buy cheap spirits
and drink them straight
Me and my friends have
not thrown up in so long
oh how we've grown
But I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at 90 down
those country lanes
Singing 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
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes
One works down by the coast
One had two kids but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
One's already on his second wife
One's just barely getting by
But these people raised me
And I can't wait to go home
And I'm on my way
I still remember
Those old country lanes
When we did not
know the answers
And I miss the way
you make me feel
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