Silver Street 歌词

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