Half Mile Hill Lyrics

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