Half Mile Hill

Half Mile Hill Eight years old Standing on top With the world below Me and my dad Talking man to man Suitcase packed, he was moving out Said, "It's no one's fault but I had my doubts And I have them still" Up on Half-Mile-Hill You can see the ball fields Watch the cars go 'round the courthouse See the sun go down where the street lamps glow On those checkerboard roads Wishing I could fly like a cut-string kite Tapping on the floor of heaven Is anybody listening? Half-Mile-Hill, seventeen Tailing the summer, Angie and me Kicking beer cans off the side One last time She was wildcat tough, I was scare-crow thin We were thick as thieves 'til the bitter end Trying to make time stand still Upon Half-Mile-Hill You can see the ball fields Watch the cars go 'round the courthouse See the sun go down where the street lamps glow On those checkerboard roads Wishing I could fly like a cut-string kite Tapping on the floor of heaven Is anybody listening? Hey all, you lovers and leavers, stuck in-betweeners Loners and stoners, old drunks and dreamers Rumbling and stumbling, always looking for something Past that no trespassing sign You can see the ball fields Watch the cars go 'round the courthouse See the sun go down where the street lamps glow On those checkerboard roads Wishing I could fly like a cut-string kite Tapping on the floor of heaven Tapping on the floor of heaven Is anybody listening? (Anybody listening?) Up on Half Mile Hill Is anybody listening? (Anybody listening?)