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