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 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 neighbourhood 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 neighbours 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
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