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 and broke it here

Made my friends and lost them through the years

And I've not seen the boarding fields in so long

I know I've grown

I can't wait to go home



I'm on my way

Driving at nineteen at an old

Country lake

Singing to Tiny Dancer

And I miss the way you made me feel

It's real, we watched the sunset

Over the castle on the hill



Fifteen years old

And smoking hand-rolled cigarettes

Running from the lot to the back fields

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

I can't wait to go home



I'm on my way

Driving at nineteen at an old

Country lake

Singing to Tiny Dancer

And I miss the way you made 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



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 these old country lanes

When we did not know the answers

And I miss the way you made 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