Eventually, next Summer, I will grow a plant.
Eventually, next Summer, I shall become an emperor.
Eventually, next Summer, California will burn, but I will not be there
to see it.
Eventually, next Summer, my whining will finally seem charming
to someone.
Eventually, next Summer, I will find an ice cream that agrees with me.

Eventually, next Summer, you will agree with me about Palestine.
Eventually, next Summer, I will have a cogent position on Palestine.
Eventually, next Summer, Palestine will be in a safer situation.
Eventually, next Summer, I will meet a girl who calls herself Winter,
and she will not agree to see 500 Days of Summer with me
and that’ll be just fine.

Eventually, next Summer, everything’ll be all right.