Silver Street (Live) Ben Folds

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 neighborhood'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