| We'll make love 'til our strength is gone. And when the morning light comes streaming in, we'll get up and do it again. |
Jackson Browne, |
The Pretender |
| Caught between the longing for love, and the struggle for the legal tender, where the sirens sing and the church bells ring, and the junk man pounds his fender. Where the veterans dream of the fight, fast asleep at the traffic light, and the children solemnly wait for the ice cream vendor. |
Jackson Browne, |
The Pretender |
| The first to come and the last to go, working for that minimum wage. |
Jackson Browne, |
The Load-Out |
| 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. |
Jackson Browne, |
Before The Deluge |