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 around 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 scarecrow thin

We were thick as theives til the bitter end

Trying to make time stand still
Up on Half Mile Hill

You can see the ball fields
Watch the cars go around 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 around 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

Up on Half Mile Hill

Is anybody listening