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 Life filled to the brim As I stood by my window And I looked out of 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´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 thoses 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