A Map of Paris

When mama passed away I drove to Sante Fe
Used the key beside the door
I chased the ghosts in every room as quiet as a tomb
And filled the boxes on the floor

In the pocket of her winter coat I found a map of Paris
A map of Paris
Scribbled on it was a note she wrote but never shared
I guess everyone dreams of something
And keeps it hidden inside their heart
Like a map of Paris
A map of Paris

I know they planned to go some fifty years ago
But settled for the Jersey shore
By the time September came they were choosing baby names
And put it off a little more, and a little more

In the pocket of her winter coat I found a map of Paris
A map of Paris
Scribbled on it was a note she wrote but never shared
Is there such a thing as really knowing someone
Or is there always some part we miss
Like a map of Paris

Traced in blue were the walks never taken
Views that never awakened
Down Boulevard Saint-Germain after the rain

She'd go walking in her winter coat with a map of Paris
A map of Paris
Scribbled on it was a note she wrote but never shared with anyone
What is it you and I are dreaming that no one's ever been told
Like a map of Paris

A map of Paris