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