[00:11.182]A broken kite slides out of the coat rack
[00:15.455]Its paper torn and its string still slack
[00:18.655]I see the field behind the elementary school
[00:23.382]And the summer day we played the fool
[00:27.055]The wind that afternoon was howling and sweet
[00:31.345]A tail of old cotton danced below our feet
[00:35.545]We ran the gravel so the kite could rise
[00:39.818]It tore a little but it won the prize
[00:43.455]The broken kite leans by the torn screen door
[00:47.673]The wind from that July keeps asking for more
[00:51.927]I feel like being young is just a skill
[00:56.091]To keep this broken kite above the hill
[01:00.309]The broken kite leans by the torn screen door
[01:04.509]The wind from that July keeps asking for more
[01:08.745]I feel the string connecting me to then
[01:12.909]The child inside is whole and back again
[01:34.355]The wind that afternoon was howling and sweet
[01:37.245]A tail of old cotton danced below our feet
[01:42.664]We ran the gravel so the kite could rise
[01:46.864]It tore a little but it won the prize
[01:50.445]The broken kite leans by the torn screen door
[01:54.609]The wind from that July keeps asking for more
[01:58.318]I feel like being young is just a skill
[02:02.882]To keep this broken kite above the hill
[02:07.027]The broken kite leans by the torn screen door
[02:11.155]The wind from that July keeps asking for more
[02:15.355]I feel the string connecting me to then
[02:19.409]The child inside is whole and back again