Letra de Half Mile Hill

Half Mile Hill, eight years old Standing on top with 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 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 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 stones 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