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

And life filled to the brim

As I stood by my window

And looked out on 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 sit there softly crying

Teacher'd say, "He's just not trying

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 those 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

Brooklyn roads