the revolutionary and the writer
had dreams of changing lives

let's open their eyes and fill their minds
you have your way, and i have mine,
not everybody will listen, just a few is fine
they'll remember us when it comes time

the revolutionary and the writer
had dreams that were changing lives

while she was stuck in cheesy prose,
there was still inspiration from him that arose
the people gathered, and cheered and screamed
and the writing got better, and the binding was seamed

the revolutionary and the writer
had dreams that they could change their lives

the people were smarter, and happier
and the world was coming around
the boy and his girl were now older
with enough time to start settling down

the revolutionary and the writer
had changed, but still dreamed

all there was to be said was heard
and now it was time to share joy as well
so he tended the garden as he sang
as she put new flowers on the shelves

we still talk, and we still write
just only to our selves.