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.
#2.
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.
#3.
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 Brook..lyn roads..Brooklyn roads.
