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


Chorus:
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 scarecrow thin

We were thick as theives 'til the bitter end
Trying to make time stand still
Up on Half Mile Hill


Repeat Chorus


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?

(Is anybody listening?)
Up on Half Mile Hill
Is anybody listening?

(Is anybody listening?)