Love is the only thing that mattersnLove is the only thing that's realnnI know we hear this every daynIt's still the hardest thing to feelnnThis timenWhen I go back to Ludlow StreetnI find each stoop and doorway's incompletenWithout you therennAnother generation's partiesnAnd it is still the same old scenenI can recall each morning afternPainted in nicotinennThis timenWhen I go back to Ludlow StreetnI find each stoop and doorway's incompletenWithout you therennAll of the people I once knew...nAll of the ones I was close to...nnLove is the only thing that mattersnLove the only thing that's realnnAnd when I think about you nownLove is the only thing I feelnnThis timenWhen I go back to Ludlow StreetnI find each stoop and doorway's incompletenWithout you therennTim, this timenWhen I go back to Ludlow StreetnI find each stoop and doorway's incompletenWithout you there