[Verse 1]
I've never been to Paris
In the spring or fall
I've never been to India
To see the Taj Mahal, no, no, no, no
[Verse 2]
I've never been to Switzerland
To see the winter games played
I've never been to New Orleans
Carnival or Mardi Gras day, yeah
[Verse 3]
I've never been to London
On a foggy day
I've never never been
To hear a gondolier play
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is make it to Heaven
That's all I wanna do, I wanna do
That will be good enough for me
Because Heaven is a place I wanna be, yeah, mm-mm
[Verse 1]
I've never been to Paris
In the spring or the fall
I've never been to India
To see the Taj Mahal
[Verse 2]
I've never been to Switzerland, no, no, no
To see the winter games playing, no, no, no no no no no
I've never been to New Orleans
Carnival or Mardi Gras day, yeah
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is, all I wanna do is
Make it to Heaven, yeah yeah
And the Heaven will be good enough for me
'Cause Heaven is a place I wanna be, yeah, oh
[Bridge]
Heaven, where the streets are made of gold
Heaven, where a saint can soothe his weary soul
Heaven, I'm gonna sit down in the crystal seat
Heaven, oh yeah
[Outro]
That will, that will, that will
That will, that will, that will
That will, that will, that will
I know Heaven will be beautiful
That will, that will, that will...
That will be good enough for me, yeah
That will be good enough for me, and you too
Heaven, yeah yeah...
That will be good enough for me...
That Will Be Good Enough For Me
Song Meaning
John P. Kee opens "That Will Be Good Enough For Me" with a list of places he's never seen — "I've never been to Paris in the spring or fall, I've never been to India to see the Taj Mahal" — building an entire verse out of absence before naming what actually matters instead.
"I've never been to Switzerland to see the winter games played, I've never been to New Orleans, Carnival or Mardi Gras day" extends the same list of missed experiences, each one a recognizable marker of a full, well-traveled life. "All I wanna do is make it to Heaven, that's all I wanna do" answers the entire catalog with a single destination that makes the rest optional.
The repeated verses return to the same cities almost word for word, letting the list's repetition do the work of emphasis rather than adding new examples. "Heaven, where the streets are made of gold, Heaven, where a saint can soothe his weary soul" turns from absence to description once the destination is finally named directly, and the closing repetition, "that will, that will, that will," lets the title phrase wear down into something closer to a held note than a sentence, ending the song on certainty rather than another comparison.