Far Between Sundown's Finish and Midnight's Broken Toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder went 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
Through the city's melted furnace
Unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden as the walls were tightening
As the echo of freedom sounded over the small town overland, let a new happiness soak in our hearts,



of the wedding bells
before the blowing rain
dissolved into the bells
of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel
Tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless
They are abandoned and forsaken
Tolling for the outcast
Burning constantly at stake
And we gazed upon
the chimes of freedom flashing
Through the mad mystic hammering
Of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its palms
in naked wonder
As the clinging of the church bells
Blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning
and its thunder
Striking for the gentle
Striking for the gentle



For the kind
Striking for the guardians
And protectors of the mind
And the poet and the painter
Fall behind his rightful time
And we gazed upon
the chimes of freedom flashing
In the wild cathedral evening
The rain unraveled tails
For the disrobed faceless forms
Of no position
Tolling for the tongues
With no place to bring their thoughts
All down and taken for granted situations
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts

Tolling for the deaf and blind
Tolling for the mute
For the mistreated, mateless mother
The mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw
Chained and cheated by pursuit
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even though a cloud's white curtain
In a far-off corner flared
And the hypnotic splattered mist
Was slowly fading
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
Like farther away
Starry-eyed and laughing
As I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours
For they hang suspended
As we listened
One last'm Vielleicht
time and we watched with one last look spellbound and swallowed till the tolling ended
tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed or the countless confused accused misused
strung out ones and worse and for every hung up person in the whole wide universe
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing