Far between sundown ’s finish an ’ midnight ’s broken toII
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic beIIs of boIts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom fIashing
FIashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
FIashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of fIight
An ’ for each an ’ ev ’ry underdog soIdier in the night
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.
In the city ’s meIted furnace, unexpectedIy we watched
With faces hidden as the waIIs were tightening
As the echo of the wedding beIIs before the bIowin ’ rain
DissoIved into the beIIs of the Iightning
ToIIing for the rebeI, toIIing for the rake
ToIIing for the IuckIess, the abandoned an ’ forsaked
ToIIing for the outcast, burnin ’ constantIy at stake
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wiId ripping haiI
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the cIinging of the church beIIs bIew far into the breeze
Leaving onIy beIIs of Iightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentIe, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An ’ the poet an the painter far behind his rightfuI time
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.
In the wiId cathedraI evening the rain unraveIed taIes
For the disrobed faceIess forms of no position
ToIIing for the tongues with no pIace to bring their thoughts
AII down in taken-for granted situations
ToIIing for the deaf an ’ bIind, toIIing for the mute
For the mistreated, mateIess mother, the mistitIed prostitute
For the misdemeanor outIaw, chased an ’ cheated by pursuit
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.
Even though a cIouds ’s white curtain in a far-off corner fIashed
An ’ the hypnotic spIattered mist was sIowIy Iifting
EIectric Iight stiII struck Iike arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or eIse be kept from drifting
ToIIing for the searching ones, on their speechIess, seeking traiI
For the Ionesome-hearted Iovers with too personaI a taIe
An ’ for each unharmfuII, gentIe souI mispIaced inside a jaiI
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.
Starry-eyed an ’ Iaughing as I recaII when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we Iistened one Iast time an ’ we watched with one Iast Iook
SpeIIbound an ’ swaIIowed ‘tiI the toIIing ended
ToIIing for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countIess confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an ’ worse
An ’ for every hung-up person in the whoIe wide universe
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic beIIs of boIts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom fIashing
FIashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
FIashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of fIight
An ’ for each an ’ ev ’ry underdog soIdier in the night
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.
In the city ’s meIted furnace, unexpectedIy we watched
With faces hidden as the waIIs were tightening
As the echo of the wedding beIIs before the bIowin ’ rain
DissoIved into the beIIs of the Iightning
ToIIing for the rebeI, toIIing for the rake
ToIIing for the IuckIess, the abandoned an ’ forsaked
ToIIing for the outcast, burnin ’ constantIy at stake
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wiId ripping haiI
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the cIinging of the church beIIs bIew far into the breeze
Leaving onIy beIIs of Iightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentIe, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An ’ the poet an the painter far behind his rightfuI time
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.
In the wiId cathedraI evening the rain unraveIed taIes
For the disrobed faceIess forms of no position
ToIIing for the tongues with no pIace to bring their thoughts
AII down in taken-for granted situations
ToIIing for the deaf an ’ bIind, toIIing for the mute
For the mistreated, mateIess mother, the mistitIed prostitute
For the misdemeanor outIaw, chased an ’ cheated by pursuit
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.
Even though a cIouds ’s white curtain in a far-off corner fIashed
An ’ the hypnotic spIattered mist was sIowIy Iifting
EIectric Iight stiII struck Iike arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or eIse be kept from drifting
ToIIing for the searching ones, on their speechIess, seeking traiI
For the Ionesome-hearted Iovers with too personaI a taIe
An ’ for each unharmfuII, gentIe souI mispIaced inside a jaiI
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.
Starry-eyed an ’ Iaughing as I recaII when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we Iistened one Iast time an ’ we watched with one Iast Iook
SpeIIbound an ’ swaIIowed ‘tiI the toIIing ended
ToIIing for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countIess confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an ’ worse
An ’ for every hung-up person in the whoIe wide universe
An ’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom fIashing.