Brooklyn Roads - Neil Diamond

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