Half mile hill,
eight years old
Standing on top
with the world below
Me and my dad
Talking man to man
Suitcase pad,
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
Sitting by and listening
Half mile hill,
seventeen
Till in the summer Angie and me
Kicking beer cans off the side
One last time
She was wild cactus
I was scarecrow thin
We were thick as thieves
Till the bed of rain
Trying to make time stand 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
Sitting by and 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
Sitting by and listening Sitting by and listening
Up on half mile hill
Sitting by and listening