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 looked out on those Brooklyn Roads
I can still
recall The smell of cookin' in the hallways Rubber 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 strangers' faces And all the scars that love
erases But as my mind walks thru 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