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 grass 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 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 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 grass don't grow

You're never leaving Silver Street

Never leaving, never leaving, never leaving, never leaving