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