Lyrics

VERSE
In a chance conversation with a longtime friend
It came up how much we miss our moms
I know all good things must come to an end
And while time eases loss, it can’t break the bond

VERSE
Mom always knew how to say the right thing
To comfort me or let me hear the honest facts
But now that she’s gone, it’s hard to fly on one wing
I want to be in some form of contact

PRE-CHORUS
So if calling her up is out of the question
Should not heaven have a street address?

CHORUS
Now I’m going to send a letter to heaven
To the address on the curb on her street paved with gold
Yes, I’m going to send a letter to heaven
There’s so much to be told
101 Mom Street, City of Love
State of Heaven, zip code Way Up Above
I’m so looking ahead to what I’ll get in return
And to what I will learn

SOLO/VERSE
God answers prayer; this we all know
So I prayed for a message from on high
It came to me in a brilliant glow
Not a cloud, not a cloud in the sky

Repeat CHORUS/TAG
Now that I know the address, my first letter is going out today…

Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
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Mood: Somber reminiscence...
Key: F / BPM: 90 / Length: 3:28
ISRC: QZ37R1900500
BMI: 40598068
ISWC: T9304837625