After the Deluge
by Jackson Browne

Some of them were dreamers, 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
When the sand slipped through the opening, and their
hands reached for the golden ring, and their hearts
turned to each other's hearts for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the Deluge

Some of them they knew pleasure, some of them
knew pain, and for some of them it was only the
moment that mattered
On the wild and crazy wings of youth, they went flying
around in the rain, till their feathers once so fine were
torn and tattered
In the end they traded their tired wings, for the
resignation that living brings, they traded love's
bright and fragile glow, for the glitter and the rouge
In a moment, they were swept before the Deluge

So let the music keep your spirits high
Let the buildings keep your children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets 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 those men who learned to forge beauty
into power
And in trying to protect us from them, only became
confused, by the magnitude of the fury in the final hour
When the sand was gone and the time arrived,
in the naked dawn only a few survived, and in trying to
understand these things, so simple and so huge
Believed they were meant to live after the Deluge