This is a song about the place where I first grew up

Just over the bridge on Harlem

Everyday I'd wait as he walked home from the train

To play outside before dinner

I'd wake up and head down to the raspberry bush

Enamored by the thought I could grow something

I'd climb the tree with the stump that'd been split in half

And the creepy crawlies living inside

Life was so simple

I was so innocent

It's time to move on

7127 that's the place where my grandfather died

My sister broke her arm, my dad got blackout drunk

It's the place where I started my life and learned to survive

I'd make my way down the alley weaving between the weeds

Like a maze to get that gas station candy

Then they tore it down and built it back up

And I can only walk there in a straight line

My gran, she lived alone for a while

Trapped by the spoils of her body and mind

And she's announced she's on her way out

With pills at the ready by her bedside

Now life's not so simple

And I'm far from innocent

It's time to move on

7127 that's the place where my grandfather died

My uncle crashed the car, my mom took me for walks

Around the fountain almost every night

I moved back my freshman year

And almost everything had changed

I was the one walking home from the train

And no one was there to play

7127 that's the place where my grandfather died

And now, I know, it's time to say goodbye

To that piece of my life

And I'm not ready