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