Silver Street - Demo - 1994

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
 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