If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Calling, Neil, go find your brother
Daddy's home, and it's time for supper
Hurry on
And I see two boys
Racing up two flights of staircase
Squirming 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
I can still recall
The smell of cooking 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 stranger's faces
And all the scars that love erases
But as my mind walks through those places
I'm wondering
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
I can almost hear my mother
Calling, Neil, go find your brother
Daddy's home, and it's time for supper
Hurry on
And I see two boys
Racing up two flights of staircase
Squirming 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
I can still recall
The smell of cooking 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 stranger's faces
And all the scars that love erases
But as my mind walks through those places
I'm wondering
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