Mom Song

Scott was 38 Never too late to change career From Ancient Greece to Carnegie She danced to disappear Night-schooled through the bar exam She passed that colours flying Kissed the dancer's life she'd loved So fervently goodbye She was fighting for the people Suffering AIDS and HIV Facing eviction for the crime of a disease Born fatherless in Brooklyn Raised across the sea Francisco rode his schooldays riot Calling owls from the trees At 36, still sensitive And socialist at heart Traded England's iron lady for A new world in the arms Of the Battery, Manhattan And the dancer by his side One fire the New York City winter couldn't fight Let's cut to their reception With the Towers looking on Way across the water Monumental and forlorn Once a bare ring finger's covered Two become as one And judging by their faces Their becoming wasn't done Two years and a few days later Twins did come out crying New life outta nothing That's divine They raised us up in London Though just why is news to me Double-stroller through the hallways of the Natural History Change came on the tide And Tony rode that very wave Until '01, September News from hometown, USA The planes came out of nowhere The needle found the vein The New York City firefighters came Now my mother's older Singing that McCartney song No heart attack can keep her From the yoga mat for long In fact she had it teaching So she lay upon the floor Closed her eyes and beat the breathing That whole studio she saw "And that's mastery," she told me In a word she said it all This New Yorker's never gonna fall This New Yorker's never gonna fall This New Yorker's never gonna fall