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