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
  
  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
  
  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
  Brooklyn roads
  Brooklyn roads