...And there in the dawn of the nuclear twilight 
In the heart of the glowing city 
She stood 
Pen in hand 

Lalalalalalala 
Lalalalalala 
Lalalalalalala 
Lalalalalala 
Go and find Rose and ask her 'bout order 
Go and find Rose and ask her 'bout Yale 
There is no more Yale (yaaaaaa!) 
There is no more order (yaaaaaay!) 

I was out on the river 
And in the darkness before me 
In the light of the domed city 
I saw Rose Lightning Rose 
She wasn't perfect 
But she was semi-perfect 
And she remembered all about her days in Yale 
Before they turned it into a sheet 
Of radio-active glass 
Thirty miles across 

And I always used to want to think if we could sing 
Loudly enough 
If we could sing strong enough 
And if we could sing 
Hopefully enough 
Then all of this madness would disappear 
And if we could sing 
Long enough 
If we could sing strong enough 
And if we could sing true enough 
It might carry us through next year 

Lalalalalalala 
Lalalalalala 
Lalalalalalala 
Lalalalalala 

Go and find Rose and ask about nuclear 
Go and find Rose and ask her "What now?" 
She'll tell you 'bout future 
She'll tell you 'bout how to live beyond the pale 

When the time comes...seize it 
When the dream starts....believe in it 
When the light shines...oh, bathe in it 

And now we'll have to be 
Strong enough 
Have to work long enough 
And if we believe 
True enough 
Then much of this madness'll disappear 

I'll be the one 
She said 
I'll be the only one 
In the aftermath of atomic fire 
I'll carry us through next year 

Lalalalalalala 
Lalalalalala 
Lalalalala 

Unused lyrics from lyric sheet: 
What if the world was turned around 
What if nuclear plants worked 
What if nuclear bombs didn't 
What if they held nuclear disarmament 
Talks in Antarctica instead of Switzerland 
(In igloos, not fancy hotels!) They'd be 
Over and done 
In six hours, and be on their way home 
Imagine, the light 
And imagined that Rose was here tonight 
And there in her eyes 
Was a reason to live 
A reason to fight 
A reason to die 
It scared me....it elevated me 
I would do things for her 
That I wouldn't do for my mother 
My country 
My lover 
Tis of thee 
I sing 
Sweet girl of liberty 
Sweet bird of freedom