Silver Street
Ben Folds Five
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, ahben folds
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