40 Mark Strasse

Is it all so very simple

And horribly complex

You're suffering a thimble and

There's nothing coming next

Your mom smokes in the kitchen

Her voice a cutting drone

They're creeping out

You've passed the bar

Your father's second home

That leaves you on your own

Nights I'd often watch you

Float across the grounds

Out the gate

To the motorway

What secrets have you found?

You had to know I wanted

Something from you then

Too young to know just what it was

Something more than a friend

Is that you at the end?

Well, you play

In the street at night

And blow like a broken kite

My girl, you've given up the fight

Are you going to let these Americans

Put another dent in your life?

My mother says you're dirty

They're going to find you dead

But have you got that final chapter

Written in your head?

'Cause every single story

Is a story about love

Both the overflowing cup

And the painful lack thereof

You've got the heart of a dove

But you play

In the street at night

(In the street out at night)

And blow just like a broken kite

(The broken kite)

My girl, you've given up the fight

(Given up the fight)

You have to lose all them childish notions

If you're going to let these American boys

Put another dent in your life

You play

In the street at night

(In the street out at night)

And blow just like a broken kite

(The broken kite)

My girl, you've given up the fight

(Given up the fight)

You have to lose them childish notions

Are you going to let these Americans

Put another dent in your life?