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 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