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