Ludlow Street

Love is the only thing that matters.

Love is the only thing that's real.

I know we hear this every day.

It's still the hardest thing to feel.

This time

When I go back to Ludlow Street,

I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete,

Without you there.

Another generation's parties.

And it is still the same old scene.

I can recall each morning after.

Painted in nicotene.

This time

When I go back to Ludlow Street,

I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete

Without you there.

All of the people I once knew.

All of the ones I was close to.

Love is the only thing that matters.

Love the only thing that's real,

And when I think about you now

Love is the only thing I feel.

This time

When I go back to Ludlow Street,

I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete

Without you there.

Tim, this time

When I go back to Ludlow Street

I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete

Without you there.