Ludlow Street

Love is the only thing that matters,
Love is the only thing that's real.
I know we hear this everyday,
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 nicotine.

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.