Can't Wait To Come Home

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!
When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO ED SHEERAN FOR THE MUSIC(This story was inspired by his song "Castle on the Hill" and my take on it)