If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother

Callin, neil, go find your brother

Daddys home, and its time for supper
Hurry on

And I see two boys

Racin up two flights of staircase

Squirmin into papas embrace

And his whiskers warm on their face
Wheres it gone

Oh, wheres 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

Mamad come to school

And as Id sit there softly crying

Teacherd say, hes just not trying

Hes got a good head if hed apply it
But you know yourself

Its always somewhere else

I built me a castle

With dragons and kings

And Id ride off with them
As I stood by my window
And looked out on those

Brooklyn roads

Thought of going back

But all Id see are strangers faces

And all the scars that love erases

But as my mind walks thru those places
Im wonderin

Whats 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