"maybe i was destined for philosophy
leading leftist ideologies at the paris-sorbonne
dreaming up the splendid demise
of the societies we despise, at cafe de flore

but these things lose all their meaning and allure
if you're not there to witness the grandeur
what could take my love away?

maybe we'll be missionaries in the congo
revolutionaries in cuba
perhaps we'll build a home
in the shadows of the forest
along the east coast or the west coast
i forget where we decided"