Suzanne Vega

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.