Far between sundown's finish
an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway,
As majestic bells of bolts struck
Flashing for the warriors whose
Flashing for the refugees on the
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom
Through the city's melted furnace,
With faces hidden as the walls
As the echo of the wedding bells
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless,
the abandoned an' forsaked
burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes
Through the mad mystic hammering
The sky cracked its poems
That the clinging of the church bells
Leaving only bells of lightning
Striking for the guardians and
An' the poet and the painter
far behind his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes
In the wild cathedral evening
For the disrobed faceless forms
Tolling for the tongues with no
place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken- for- granted
Tolling for the deaf an' blind,
For the mistreated, mateless mother,
For the misdemeanor outlaw,
chaineded an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes
Even though a cloud's white curtain
in a far- off corner flared
An' the hypnotic splattered mist
Electric light still struck like arrows,
Condemned to drift or else
Tolling for the searching ones,
on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome- hearted lovers
An' for each un harmful, gentle
soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of
Starry- eyed an' laughing as I recall
Trapped by no track of hours for
As we listened one last time an'
we watched with one last look
Tolling for the aching whose
For the countless confused, accused,
misused, strung- out ones an' worse
An' for every hung- up person in
An' we gazed upon the chimes
