Now there's many tales in many cites to tell

And there's so many ways that the story is told

There's a room with no bed in the heart of the ghetto

Where the rags and words lie still

There's a room with a chair in the heart of the city

But only memories sit there

Princelet Street in the heart of the ghetto

Still Katz sells bags and strings

Calling you back are the streets of the ghetto

Climb the stairs where you're from

There's a room at the top of the heart of the ghetto

Where the gypsy's been and gone

Oh, see them watching, oh, streets always watching

They're a watching now

Oh, see them watching, oh, ghosts always watching

They're a watching now

Saying them prayers by edge of the city

And now it's time to move on

New voices talk in the heart of the ghetto

Make a little money move on

Memory thieves in the heart of the ghetto

Don't want ghosts moving on

But the gypsy's on the loose in the heart of the city

And now ya see he move on

Oh, see them watching, oh, streets always watching

They're a watching now

Oh, see them watching, oh, ghosts always watching

They're a watching now

Listen to the street move on

Letters and numbers move on

Gypsy always move on

See him there then he gone

See him there then he gone

Always go to move on

See him there then he gone

See him there then he gone

Always go to move on

Always go to move on

Always go to move on