Looking Down

Pull that drawer out and I look in it
All the pictures of my dad
When I was young and I was restless
And my family was all I had

I know that you’re looking down
I know that you’re looking down on me

Pull that page up on my Facebook
It’s the memory of you and me
When we went to New York City
It’s my favorite memory

And I won't let it hold me down
No I won't let it hold me down no more