Barack, people will come Barack. They'll come to volunteer for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your offices not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your rally’s as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $10 per donation for passport to change. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and hope they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere among the stands and living room couches where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they’ll hear the voice of hope and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces.
People will come Barack. The one constant through all the years, Barack, has been HOPE. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But hope has marked the time. This change, this idea: it's a part of our past, Barack. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Barack. People will most definitely come.
Saw the movie last night and thought this sort of fit.