My Street

Down on my street in a cafe
A young man is scribbling
Sipping a latte
Smokes his cigarettes down to
the core
Thinks he’s Satre
But he can’t write a birthday card
Across the street a girl with a smile
Talking on the telephone
Catches his eye
And she’s really an alien
You wouldn’t know
Dressed in an overcoat
Out incognito
They are only pretending
Down on my street
I’m not what I seem
And you could be anyone
If you know what I mean
Down on my street
They’re making it up
Right in front of you
But don’t be surprised
‘Cause you pretend too
'Round the corner
A couple in a fight
Kept the neighbours up