Gypsy

Now there's many talesIn many cites to tellAnd there's so many waysThat the story is toldThere's a room with no bed in the heart of the ghettoWhere the rags and words lie stillThere's a room with a chair in the heart of the cityBut only memories sit therePrincelet street in the heart od the ghettoStill Katz sells bags and stringsCalling you back are the streets of the ghettoClimb the stairs where you're fromThere's a room at the top of the heart of the ghetoWhere the gypsy's been and goneOh see them watchingOh streets always watchingThey're a watching nowOh see them watchingOh ghosts always watchingThey're a watching nowSaying them prayers by edge of the cityAnd now it's time to move onNew voices talk in the heart of the ghettoMake a little money move onMemory thieves in the heart of the ghettoDon't want ghosts movin' onBut the gypsy's on the loose in the heart of the cityAnd now ya see he move onOh see them watchingOh streets always watchingThey're a watching nowOh see them watchingOh ghosts always watchingThey're a watching nowListen to the street move onLetters and numbers move onGypsy always move onSee him there then he goneSee him there then he goneAlways go to move onSee him there then he goneSee him there then he goneAlways go to move onAlways go to move onAlways go to move on