Ben Folds Five Silver Street Lyrics

Silver Street Lyrics

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,
ah