When I was 6 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

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

Is so long

I know

I’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

And it’s real

We watched the sunset

Over the castle on the hill

15 years old, smoking, handrolled, 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

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

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

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

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