When I was six years old, I broke my leg
And 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
Broke it here,
made friends and lost them through the years
And I've not seen the boring 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
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 And 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
It's true, we watched the sunset over
the castle on the hill
One
friend left to sell clothes and
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 these old country lanes
When we did not know the answers and I miss the way you make
me feel
It's true,
we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the
castle on the hill
Over the
castle on the hill