I always loved Philip Seymour Hoffman in any movie I saw him in (one of my old therapists bore a remarkable resemblance to him, so maybe that’s why). Just last week, my friend Ary waxed poetic about the end of the last Hunger Games movie, saying, “Wouldn’t you want to wake up to Philip Seymour Hoffman telling you, ‘This is the revolution!‘?”

He was on my mind as I was writing this, much as Pete Seeger was with the song last week. It’s not really a tribute – more of a love song to someone I didn’t know, but felt like I did.

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I thought about you just the other day
Thought about what else you’d find to say
Can’t you see what I’d be?
Who I am?
Now I guess I’ll never get to know
That is how the story seems to go
In the end, you, my friend
You and me

With a wing and a prayer
We can fly
Way up where the sky
Holds us there in the air

I don’t care what all the neighbors say
They can sit and watch or go away
This is how
I am now
How ’bout you?
Is there something hiding in your chest?
A fear that maybe you won’t be the best
Look away
If I say
That it’s true

With a wing and a prayer
We can fly
Way up where the sky
Holds us there in the air

Would you say you believe
That there can be more
Some kind of treasure lying in store
Something you never saw before?

With a wing and a prayer
We can fly
Way up where the sky
Holds us there in the air
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