Far between sundown's finish
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
And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even though a clouds's white curtain
In a far-off corner flashed
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
And for each unharmfull, gentle soul
Misplaced inside a jail
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed and laughing
As I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours
For they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time
Watched with one last look
Spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones
Whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones and worse
Oh, and for every hung-up person
In the whole wide universe
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
And for every hung-up person
In the whole wide universe
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing