Name a place, pick any little town There will be a street or two where something's There will be a street or two where something's going down Where the mood is cheerier but eerier And something like Wisteria Lane
People smile but everyone's on guard More than just the grass is greener in the neighbour's yard Rich or poor or dreary or superior It's more or less Wisteria Lane
All those secrets no one ever knows Tell one secret, watch it as it grows Name a place, pick any little road You may call it Maple Street or Main Call it what you will It's Wisteria Lane!