Brooklyn Roads (live) Neil Diamond
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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
Squirming 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 looked out on those
Brooklyn Roads
I can still recall
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
Got a good head if he'd apply it
But you know your self
It's always somewhere else
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
Squirming 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 looked out on those
Brooklyn Roads
I can still recall
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
Got a good head if he'd apply it
But you know your self
It's always somewhere else
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