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 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
Driving at 90 down those country lanes
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 that I did it right
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
Driving at 90 down those country lanes
When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes
One had two kids but lives alone
One's already on his second wife
I still remember these old country lanes
When we did not know the answers