Far between sundown's finish and 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

We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing



Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far off corner flashed

And 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 unharmful 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

And we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look

Spellbound and swallowed till the tolling ended



Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed

For the countless confused, accused, misused, srung-out ones and worse

And for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe

We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing