You and I will do magnificent things,
For we are the well-wishers
And dreamers of dreams.
We will flower and conquer;
We are the hope-spreaders
That know no bounds,
Our home is the clouds.
We will do magnificent things,
You and I,
Wearing love on the front
Pockets of our coats,
Our pride spread thick across the sky,
Smoothed with emotion like a silvery knife.
We stand in back alleys and laugh,
We look toward sunsets and grin,
We hover in garages and sing
About such wonderful things,
Hope circling like a diamond ring.
You and I,
We are the children of soon,
Watching yesterday's moon
Sink like a vessel-
Wherever we travel,
Our minds are the vestibule.
Tripping the light fantastic,
We will do magnificent things,
For magnificent are we,
The well-wishing dreamers of dreams.