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 neighborhood`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
Now the seasons change
And the storefronts change
While everything stays the same
The wind don`t blow
And the grass 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 should I be tired
They`re filling the potholes in on Silver Street
You`re waking the neighbors up at noon
Now your friends are out on break
And you`re out on your brown lawn
Breaking the dirt with a broom
Never leaving