For Superman.

Don't you know
They're talkin' bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don't you know
They're talkin' about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
While they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Don't you know
They're talkin' bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper

Poor people gonna rise up
And get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what's theirs

Don't you know you better run, run, run,
Oh I said you better run, run, run, run, run

Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' bout a revolution
Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' bout a revolution
Talkin' bout a revolution
While they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Don't you know
They're talkin' bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper

And finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' bout a revolution
Yes, finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' bout a revolution
Talkin' bout a revolution

 

Tracy Chapman is blaring through my earphones while I'm working late on a Friday night.  I remember you singing this to me over the phone, loudly.  Drunkenly.  Beautifully.  And I smile. 

Randomly, I think of you every time I hear this song.  I think I always will.

I’ve never written about you before.  But today.  Today, I will write this:

I hope you made the right decision, for you, and that it works out this time.  I hope that you’re happy.  I mean that sincerely.

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