Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future

With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature

While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts
 they turned to each other's heart for refuge
In the troubled years that came
 before the deluge

Some of them knew pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them
 it was only the moment that mattered

And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine,
 grew torn and tattered

And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept
 before the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by
By and by...
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky

Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned
 how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour

And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand
 a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live
 after the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by
By and by...
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky