Far between sundown's finish an' 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   An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night   An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.      In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched   With faces hidden while the walls were tightening   As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain   Dissolved into the bells of the lightning      Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake   Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked   Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake   An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.      Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail   The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder   That 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 kind   Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind   An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time   An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.      Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales   For the disrobed faceless forms of no position   Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts   All down in taken-for-granted situations      Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute   Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute   For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit   An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.      Even though 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.