When I was six years old I broke my legI was running from my brother and his friendsAnd tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled downI was younger then, take me back to when I
Found my heart and broke it hereMade friends and lost them through the yearsAnd I've not seen the roaring fields in so long, I know I've grownBut I can't wait to go home
I'm on my wayDriving at 90 down those country lanesSinging to Tiny DancerAnd I miss the way you make me feel, and it's realWe watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettesRunning from the law through the backfields and getting drunk with my friendsHad my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon that I did it rightBut I was younger then, take me back to when
We found weekend jobs, when we got paidWe'd buy cheap spirits and drink them straightMe and my friends have not thrown up in so long, oh how we've grownBut I can't wait to go home
I'm on my wayDriving at 90 down those country lanesSinging to Tiny DancerAnd I miss the way you make me feel, and it's realWe watched the sunset over the castle on the hillOver the castle on the hillOver the castle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothesOne works down by the coastOne had two kids but lives aloneOne's brother overdosedOne's already on his second wifeOne's just barely getting byBut these people raised meAnd I can't wait to go home
And I'm on my way, I still rememberThose old country lanesWhen we did not know the answersAnd I miss the way you make me feel, it's realWe watched the sunset over the castle on the hillOver the castle on the hillOver the castle on the hill
Found my heart and broke it hereMade friends and lost them through the yearsAnd I've not seen the roaring fields in so long, I know I've grownBut I can't wait to go home
I'm on my wayDriving at 90 down those country lanesSinging to Tiny DancerAnd I miss the way you make me feel, and it's realWe watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettesRunning from the law through the backfields and getting drunk with my friendsHad my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon that I did it rightBut I was younger then, take me back to when
We found weekend jobs, when we got paidWe'd buy cheap spirits and drink them straightMe and my friends have not thrown up in so long, oh how we've grownBut I can't wait to go home
I'm on my wayDriving at 90 down those country lanesSinging to Tiny DancerAnd I miss the way you make me feel, and it's realWe watched the sunset over the castle on the hillOver the castle on the hillOver the castle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothesOne works down by the coastOne had two kids but lives aloneOne's brother overdosedOne's already on his second wifeOne's just barely getting byBut these people raised meAnd I can't wait to go home
And I'm on my way, I still rememberThose old country lanesWhen we did not know the answersAnd I miss the way you make me feel, it's realWe watched the sunset over the castle on the hillOver the castle on the hillOver the castle on the hill
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