Silver Street

Now the houses are ghosts over Silver Street And you've got 'em dressed up like clowns Married couples slamming doors, bums are praising the Lord And you're playing tapes for the town Now the neighborhood's mixed and your college friends Getting younger every year The wind don't blow and the gra*s don't grow You're never leaving Silver Street You bought some brown wire-frames at a junk shop That was your trademark at school Now they're barely hanging on and the styles are moving on Hard for a man to stay cool Now the seasons change and the storefronts change Everything else stays the same The wind don't blow and the gra*s don't grow You're never leaving Silver Street But, now don't get me wrong 'cause I like this neighborhood Oh, and seeing you was good But now we spent the day so completely uninspired Asking, "Why oh why would I be tired?" They're filling the potholes in on Silver Street You'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 Now the seasons change and the storefronts change Everything else stays the same The wind don't blow and the gra*s don't grow You're never leaving Silver Street Never leaving, never leaving, never leaving, never leaving