Far between sundown's finish an'
midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway,
thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck
shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of
freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose
strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the
unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog
soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of
freedom flashing
In the city's melted furnace,
unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the
walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells
before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the
lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for
the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the
abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin'
constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of
freedom flashing
Through the mad mystic
hammering of the wild ripping
The sky cracked its poems in
naked wonder
That the clinging of the church
bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning
and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking
for the kind
Striking for the guardians and
protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind
beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of
freedom flashing
Through the wild cathedral
evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms
of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no
place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted
situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind,
tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated,
mateless mother, the mistitled
prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw,
chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of
freedom flashing
Even though a cloud's white
curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist
was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like
arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be
kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones,
on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers
with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle
soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of
freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I
recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for
they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an'
we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the
tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones
whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused,
accused, misused, strung-out
ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in
the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of
freedom flashing
Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992 by
Special Rider Music

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