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 od 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 gheto
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 movin' 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