Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken tollWe ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashingAs majestic bell
s of bolts, struck shadows in the soundsSeeming to be the chimes of freedom flashingFlashing for the warriors, whose strengt
h is not to fightFlashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flightAnd for each and every underdog soldier in the night
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashingEven though a cloud's white curtain in a far off corner flashedAnd the hypnotic
splattered mist was slowly liftingElectric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the onesCondemned to drift or else b
e kept from driftingTolling for the searching ones, on their speechless seeking trail,For the LONESOME HEARTED lovers, with
too personal a taleAnd for each unharmful gentle soul misplaced inside a jailAnd we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry eyed and laughing, as I recall when we were caughtTrapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspendedAnd we liste
ned one last time, and we watched with one last lookSpellbound and swallowed till the tolling endedTolling for the aching on
es whose wounds cannot be nursedFor the countless confused, accused, misused, srung-out ones and worseAnd for every hung-up p
erson in the whole wide universeWe gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing