Brooklyn Roads
If I close my eyesI can almost hear my motherCallin', "Neil go find your brotherDaddy's home, and it's time for supperUHurry on."
And I see two boysRacin' up two flights of staircaseSquirmin' into Papa's embraceAnd his whiskers warm on their faceWhere's it gone?Oh, where's it gone?
Two floors above the butcherFirst door on the rightAnd life filled to the brimAs I stood by my windowAnd looked out on thoseBrooklyn Roads
I can still recallThe smells of cookin' in the hallwaysRubbers drying in the doorwaysAnd report cards I was alwaysAfraid to show
Mama'd come to schoolAnd as I sit there softly cryingTeacher'd say, "He's just not tryingGot a good head if he'd apply itBut you know yourself,It's always somewhere else."
I built me a castleWith dragons and kingsAnd I'd ride off with themAs I stood by my windowAnd looked out on thoseBrooklyn roads
Thought of going backBut all I'd see are stranger's facesAnd all the scars that love erasesBut as my mind walks through those placesI'm wonderin',What's come of them?
Does some other young boyCome home to my roomDoes he dream what I didAs he stands by my windowAnd looks out on thoseBrooklyn roadsBrooklyn roads