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 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 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