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