Suzanne Vega - 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.