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 timeWhen 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 timeWhen I go back to Ludlow Street,I find each stoop and doorway's incompleteWithout 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 nowLove is the only thing I feel.This timeWhen I go back to Ludlow Street,I find each stoop and doorway's incompleteWithout you there.Tim, this timeWhen I go back to Ludlow StreetI find each stoop and doorway's incompleteWithout you there.