This is the voice of someone
Calling from a lonely hill
To the hard of hearing
For those who never will

A long legged someone
Seen walking away from home
Look a vacant dreamer
Walking alone alone

Ways that turn and turn
Which is what we´d learn
As suffering believers
In the book of Badgeman Brown

They´re dropping like flies
In a suburban house
From a lack of anything
Anything to keep their hands in

And the town keeps screaming
From a lonely hill
Another lack of people

Those who never will

Ways that turn and turn
Which is what we´d learn
As suffering believers
In the book of Badgeman Brown

This is the voice of someone
Calling from a lonely hill
For the hard of hearing
For those who never will

The days will turn and turn
Which is what we´d learn
As average believers
In the book of Badgeman Brown