Half Mile Hill

Half mile hill Eights years old Standing on top Of 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 could see the ball field Watch the cars go round the courthouse See the sun go down Where the streets lamps glow On those chequerboard roads Wishing I could fly like a cut string kite Tapping on the floor of heaven Is anybody listening? Half mile hill Seventeen Tail end of 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 thieves till the bitter end Trying to make time stand still Up on half mile hill You could see the ball field Watch the cars go round the courthouse See the sun go down Where the streets lamps glow On those chequerboard roads Wishing we could fly like a cut string kite Tapping on the floor of heaven Is anybody listening? Hey all you lovers and leavers Stuck inbetweeners Loners and stoners Old drunks and dreamers Rumbling, stumbling All looking for something Past that no trespassing sign You could see the ball field Watch the cars go round the courthouse See the sun go down Where the streets lamps glow On those chequerboard roads Wishing you could fly like a cut string kite Tapping on the floor of heaven Tapping on the floor of heaven Is anybody listening? Oh, is anybody, anybody listening Oh you better be listening Up on half mile hill