When I was six years old I broke my leg

I was running

from my brother and his friends

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 a

nd 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

When 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 I did it right

I was younger then, take me

back to 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

Singing to Tiny Dancer,

And I miss the way

you make me feel, it’s real

When we watched the sunset

over the castle on the hill

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

Ones already on his second wife

Ones just barely getting by

But these people raised me

And I can’t wait to go home

And I’m on my way, and I still remember

those country lanes

When we did not know the answers,

And I miss the way

you make me feel, it’s real

When we watched the sunset over

the castle on the hill

Over the castle on the hill

Over the castle on the hill