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I walked by Gennaro's old café today
It's a shiny glass boutique where the old men used to play
No more checkered tablecloths, no more cigar smoke haze
Just minimalist furniture and a cold, bewildered gaze
The newsstand's now a kiosk, selling phones and trendy lies
The soul has been evicted, right before my eyes.
And these streets aren't what they used to be
They've scrubbed away the history
The grime, the charm, the crooked signs
The broken dreams in working lines
These streets aren't what they used to be
And the change I see is changing me.
I met her at that corner, under Falco's flashing light
It promised "Eats" and "Lodging" in a buzzing, warm neon light
They tore the sign down last October, said it was a blight
Now it's just a sterile crosswalk, in the antiseptic night
I try to find the feeling, the magic that was there
But it's just a memory the city doesn't share.
And these streets aren't what they used to be
They've scrubbed away the history
The grime, the charm, the crooked signs
The broken dreams in working lines
These streets aren't what they used to be
And the change I see is changing me.
Or maybe it was never in the brick and mortar places
Maybe it was in our young and hopeful faces
The city didn't lose its heart, my friend, I suppose
I just lost mine, and now everywhere I go, it shows.
Those streets... my streets...
They're gone.