Some of them were dreamersAnd some of them were foolsWho were making plans and thinking of the futureWith the energy of the innocentThey were gathering the toolsThey would need to make their journey back to natureWhile the sand slipped thro ugh the openingAnd their hands reached for the golden ringWith their hearts they turned to each other's heart for refugeIn t he troubled years that came before the delugeSome of them knew pleasureAnd some of them knew painAnd for some of them it wa s only the moment that matteredAnd on the brave and crazy wings of youthThey went flying around in the rainAnd their feather s, once so fine, grew torn and tatteredAnd in the end they traded their tired wingsFor the resignation that living bringsAnd exchanged love's bright and fragile glowFor the glitter and the rougeAnd in the moment they were swept before the delugeNo w let the music keep our spirits highAnd let the buildings keep our children dryLet creation reveal it's secrets by and byBy and by...When the light that's lost within us reaches the skySome of them were angryAt the way the earth was abusedBy the men who learned how to forge her beauty into powerAnd they struggled to protect her from themOnly to be confusedBy the magn itude of her fury in the final hourAnd when the sand was gone and the time arrivedIn the naked dawn only a few survivedAnd i n attempts to understand a thing so simple and so hugeBelieved that they were meant to live after the delugeNow let the musi c keep our spirits highAnd let the buildings keep our children dryLet creation reveal it's secrets by and byBy and by...Whe n the light