| 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 |
| Brooklyn Roads |