Harmony Park: Porches Resonate

Lyrics

The air has that October edge.
You feel it on your arms.
The map in your hand is warm.
Just paper, but it feels like a promise.

We turn onto the street and there it is.
First one.
A banjo on the steps of a blue Craftsman.
Three voices in a tight, high harmony.
The bass player is sitting on a cooler.
People on the lawn, leaning against an old oak tree.
Nobody planned this.
And everybody planned this.

Do you hear it?
The whole neighborhood is singing.
Every porch is a stage, every lawn is a front row seat.
The houses are breathing music today.
Just for us.
Just for everyone.
This is Harmony Park, but the park is everywhere.

Down the block, a different sound bleeds in.
A woman with a voice like worn velvet, singing the blues.
Two houses down, a kids' rock band is figuring it out.
And a little girl in a yellow dress is spinning on the sidewalk.
Spinning for all of them at once.
She doesn't have to choose.

Can you hear it?
The whole neighborhood is singing.
Every porch is a stage, every lawn is a front row seat.
The houses are breathing music today.
Just for us.
Just for everyone.
This is Harmony Park, but the park is everywhere.

Look at their faces.
The family on the swing, tapping their feet.
The guy who loaned his power strip.
Did you ever think a front stoop could hold so much life?
This is a different kind of progress.
Not a train whistle, but a thousand quiet chords.
A different kind of engine, running on joy.

Yeah, you can hear it.
The whole neighborhood is singing.
Every porch is a stage, every lawn is a front row seat.
The houses are breathing music today.
Just for us.
Just for everyone.
This is Harmony Park, and the park is everywhere.

The sun is going down now.
Painting the windows orange.
The amps are humming low.
The last notes hang in the cooling air.
Let's walk home slow.
Let's keep the sound with us.