| Intro: G C C/B D Dsus4 |
| C D G (notes: B C D G...) |
| G | C9 | |
| Far between the sundown's | finish |
| G | C9 | |
| and | midnights broken | toll |
| G | |
| we | ducked inside |
| C9 | D | G | |
| the | doorway | thunder | crashing (notes: B C D G...) |
| G | C9 | |
| As | majestic bells of | bolts |
| G | C9 | |
| struck | shadows in the | sounds |
| G | C9 | D | G | |
| seeming to be the | chimes of | freedom | flashing |
| (notes on low E string and open D: G F# E D...) |
| D | |
| Flashing for the warriors |
| G | C9 | G | |
| whose | strength is | not to | fight |
| C9 | C9/B | |
| flashing for the | refugees |
| Am | D | |
| of the | unarmed road of | flight |
| G | C9 | |
| and for | each and every | underdog |
| G | C9 | |
| soldier in the | night |
| G | C9 | D | G | |
| and we | gazed upon the | chimes of | freedom | flashing (notes: B C D G...) |
| There are cities melted furnace |
| unexpectedly we watched |
| with faces hidden as the walls were tightening |
| As the echo 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 bound and damned forsaked |
| tolling for the outcasts |
| burning constantly at stake |
| and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing |
| Through the mad mystic hammering |
| and the wild ripping hail |
| the sky cracked its farms in naked wonder |
| As the clanging 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 |
| and the poet and painter |
| far behind his rightful time |
| and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing |
| In the wild cathedral evening |
| the rain unravelled tales |
| for a disrobed faceless farms of no position |
| Tolling for the tongues |
| with no place to bring their thoughts |
| all down and taken for granted situations |
| Tolling for the deaf and blind |
| tolling for the mute |
| for a mistreated maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute |
| for the misdemeanor outlaw |
| chained and cheated by pursuit |
| and we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing |
| Even though the cloud's white curtain |
| in a far off corner flashed |
| and the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting |
| Electric lights 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 eyes and laughing |
| as I recall when we were caught |
| can't find no track of ours for they hang suspended |
| As we listened one last time |
| and we watched with one last look |
| spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended |
| Tolling for the aching ones |
| 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 |