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 roadsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
