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 it's 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 [bad word] 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 it's secrets by and by
 By and by...
 When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky