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