Intro: #1. 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? Chorus: 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. #2. 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. Chorus: 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. INTERLUDE: #3. 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? OUTRO: 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 Brook..lyn roads..Brooklyn roads.  

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque les souvenirs nostalgiques d'un homme qui se remémore son enfance à Brooklyn. Il se rappelle les instants simples avec sa mère et son père, les jeux avec son frère, et les petites inquiétudes de l'école. Ces souvenirs, mêlés aux odeurs de la cuisine et aux rituels familiaux, créent un tableau vivant de sa jeunesse. En regardant par sa fenêtre, il s'interroge sur le passage du temps et se demande ce que sont devenus ces lieux et ces visages familiers, tout en ressentant un mélange de mélancolie et de tendresse.