Brooklyn Roads / America lyrics
Brooklyn Roads / America
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"
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
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
Got a dream to take them there
They're coming to America
Got a dream they've come to share
They're coming to America
If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Today
They're coming to America
Today
They're coming to America
Today
They're coming to America
Last Update: November, 20th 2023