The Young

[Verse 1]
The night's begun
And my braids have come undone
They've fallen at your feet in a pile of thunder

Strange but not unkind
Are the mazes in our minds
Let's go together now
And let them take us under

Oh, golden fire
We are down but we're not tired
We're just resting in these
Doldrums of your song

[Chorus]
And all our work will travel on
And leave us nothing to drink from
But this is not the time
To be alone and worry
It might mean something to the young

[Verse 2]
These things we've made
How long can they parade?
I feel them moving now, they're always leaving

But so long and true
Are the times I look at you
Your face is like a poem that I keep reading

And have we done anything for the young?
Will they see these conclusions that we've drawn?

[Chorus]
And all our work will travel on
And leave us nothing to drink from
But this is not the time
To be alone and worry
It might mean something to the young

And this is not the time
To be alone and worry
It might mean something to the young