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?)