David Crosby - Vagrants of Venice

Book born vagrants fishing
Endless, aimless in the
Flooded palace where the
King of Venice used to lie

Lonely woman plants a
Roof top garden from the
Soil that's blown in and the
Seeds that washed up on the tides

Two young orphans burning
Ancient paintings and
Victorian tables just to
Keep from freezing in the night

They were born here knowing
Nothing other than the
Tales of mad men swearing
And before them used to lie

All very peaceful now
They have forgotten how
Greed used to drive us to fight
And to climb

Wild people
Nearly feral
Living on what they can find
Just the fish and the fisherman
Mankind, and time

Fearful vagrants fashion
Tools to save them from the
Greed-born slavers that come
Swift on dark sails in the night

Sometimes tyrants passing
Hungry silence are there
No more orphans in their
Flooded world stripped bone dry

Perched like monkeys in the
Triple canopy of a
Crumbling jungle watching
Remnants of another world sail by

All very quiet now
They have forgotten how
Music used to live here
To dance in the minds

Wild people
Nearly feral
Living on what they can find
Just the fish and the fisherman
Mankind, and time