There’d be a day, she’d say
Where jubilee fills the street
And neon buildings open their mouths
Unleashing droves of joyous peoples
And they’d mob the streets in love and happiness
And sing of splendor and living proper
And we’d sing along with the crowds
beneath the candy-coated clouds
As we’d wait for the rains to come
And embrace one another in excitement
And anticipation
Awaiting to go home