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 ninety 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
 This 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