New York to Paradise

[Verse 1]
Maybe my mother will be a dancer when she gets to heaven
Maybe she'll go puttin on the Ritz with Fred Astaire
Maybe it'll be Saint Laurent maybe even [?]
Either way I know she won't be caught dead wearing a cheap dress to that premiere

[Chorus]
But I hope she finds a way to be ok with other things
She never broke but always tried to mend
And began to spin around in pirouettes way off in the sky
And make her way from New York to Paradise

[Verse 2]
Maybe my mother will be Debbie Harry when she gets to Heaven
Maybe she'll be the rock star I couldn't be
Whether it's Radio City maybe even The Garden
Either way I know you won't find a single seat even way up in The Nosebleeds

[Chorus]
But I hope she finds a way one day to forgive all the things
I said to her in my miserable teens
And begin the single greatest sing-along
Even kiss couldn't deny
And make her way from New York to Paradise

[Bridge]
And walk right inside to the front of the line
Where there's a table waiting
With all the wine you can drink and
All the guests are complaining about the noise we're makin
But before too long everyone is gonna join in

[Verse 3]
Maybe my mother will be Diana when she gets to Heaven
Maybe the Queen of Scotts will come back and walk her down
Cambridge, Cornwall and Wales
Maybe Brunswick or Scotland
Either way I know she'll be the Dutchess of them all and wear a gentle crown

[Chorus]
But I hope she finds a way to make some good things from all the bad
The men in her life always seemed to bring
And begin a slow walk down the centre aisle
To the guy that treats her right
And make her way from New York to Paradise

[Bridge]
And walk right inside to the front of the line
Where Mother's waiting
With all the dogs that keep barking
Cos they've been waiting on you to walk them
So hurry up cos your brother's watching
Howdy doody, and your mother's baking
A meatloaf while Jim's contemplating
The stars in the [?]

[Outro]
So enjoy this simple piece
But don't forget about me