Far between sundown's finish an' midnights broken toll
we ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
as majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sound
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.

eventhough 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.