Harmon Avenue

I grew up in a house that had tall
Tall ceilings in the living room
When Christmas came around
We'd always get the biggest tree we could find

My sister and I we would dance
Twenty bare toes on the hardwood
And when bedtime rolled around
We still were never tired enough to sleep

Where I grew up on Cohen and Cash
With that old cat buried in the back
We'd hear dad's ankles crack as he walked down the hall
He's my own miracle, at six feet tall
And I might've still thought the world owed me something
If he never taught me that I could make my own way

I grew up in a house where the music
Made the air a little sweeter
Where I'd wish for a rainy day just so
I wouldn't have to leave

Well this city doesn't fit me too well anymore
I've gotten older
But that house on Harmon Avenue
Will never be gone from my mind

Where I grew up on Cohen and Cash
With that old cat buried in the back
We'd hear dad's ankles crack as he walked down the hall
He's my own miracle, at six feet tall
And he let me play his guitar while he lay on the couch
Watched the game as I dreamed the whole day away

Remember how the snow felt beneath our feet
Remember how the cold made it harder to breathe
Hold onto that feeling that you belong
Hold onto that feeling that you belong