Now the houses are ghosts

Over Silver Street

They got 'em dressed up like clowns

Married couples slamming doors

Bums praising the Lord

You're playing tapes for the town



Now the neighbourhood's mixed

And your college friends

Are getting younger every year

The wind don't blow

And the grass don't grow

You're never leaving Silver Street



You bought some brown wire-frames

At a junk shop

And that was you trademark at school

Now they're barely hanging on

And the styles are moving on

It's hard for a man to stay cool.



So the seasons change and the storefronts change

While everything else stays the same

The wind don't blow and the grass don't grow

You'll never leaving Silver Street



But now don't get me wrong

cause, oh-woah-oh, I

like this neighborhood

oh, and seeing you is good

But now we spend the day so completely uninspired

Asking why oh why should I be

tired



They're filling the pot holes in on Silver Street

They're waking the neighbors up at noon

Now you're friends are out on break

And you're out on your brown lawn

Raking the dirt with a broom



Well the seasons change and the storefronts change

While everything else stays the same

The wind don't blow and the grass don't grow

You never leave Silver Street



Never leaving, never leaving,

never leaving, never leaving



oh, woah-oh, ah