Lyrics:

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
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?

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 trespassers 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?)