Brooklyn Roads

If I close my eyes

I can almost hear my mother

Callin': Neil, go find your brother

Daddy´s home, and it´s time for supper

Hurry on

And I see two boys

Racin´ up two flights of staircase

Squirmin' into Papa´s embrace

And his whiskers warm on their face

Where´s it gone

Oh, where´s it gone

Two floors above the butcher

First door on the right

Life filled to the brim

As I stood by my window

And I looked out of those

Brooklyn roads

I can still recall

The smells of cookin´ in the hallways

Rubbers drying in the doorways

And report cards I was always

Afraid to show

Mama´d come to school

And as I´d sit there softly crying

Teacher´d say, He´s just not trying

He´s got a good head if he´d apply it

But you know yourself

It´s always somewhere else

I built me a castle

With dragons and kings

And I´d ride off with them

As I stood by my window

And looked out on those

Brooklyn roads

Thought of going back

But all I´d see are stranger´s faces

And all the scars that love erases

But as my mind walks through thoses places

I´m wonderin´

What´s come of them

Does some other young boy

Come home to my room

Does he dream what I did

As he stands by my window

And looks out on those

Brooklyn roads