Ben Folds - Silver Street - Текст песни

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