Silver Street
By Ben Folds

Now the houses are ghosts over Silver Street 
They got 'em dressed up like clowns 
Married couples slamming doors 
Bums praising the Lord 
And 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 
Ain't never leaving Silver Street 

You bought some brown wire frames at a joke shop 
That was your 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're never leaving Silver Street 

But now don't get me wrong 
Cause ooh-oh I like this neighbourhood 
Always see you as good 
But now we spent 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 your 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 
And 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 
Oh-oh...

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