Ben Folds - Silver Street Lyrics
Now the houses are ghostsOver Silver StreetThey got 'em dressed up like clownsMarried couples slamming doorsBums praising the LordYou're playing tapes for the townNow the neighbourhood's mixedAnd your college friendsAre getting younger every yearThe wind don't blowAnd the grass don't growYou're never leaving Silver StreetYou bought some brown wire-framesAt a junk shopAnd that was you trademark at schoolNow they're barely hanging onAnd the styles are moving onIt's hard for a man to stay cool.So the seasons change and the storefronts changeWhile everything else stays the sameThe wind don't blow and the grass don't growYou'll never leaving Silver StreetBut now don't get me wrongcause, oh-woah-oh, Ilike this neighborhoodoh, and seeing you is goodBut now we spend the day so completely uninspiredAsking why oh why should I betiredThey're filling the pot holes in on Silver StreetThey're waking the neighbors up at noonNow you're friends are out on breakAnd you're out on your brown lawnRaking the dirt with a broomWell the seasons change and the storefronts changeWhile everything else stays the sameThe wind don't blow and the grass don't growYou never leave Silver StreetNever leaving, never leaving,never leaving, never leavingoh, woah-oh, ah
