The road is empty
The subway lies ahead
There is no music all the sounds have gone dead.
The day is misty
There's no life around
'Cause there's something wrong in this town.
Out in the distance
There's a simple sound
It comes, it grows
Chorus:
Bell of the earth
Ringing like a tambourine
Calling right out of the silent places
Calling to me from the empty spaces
Core of the earth
Singing like a violin
Calling right out of the silent places
Calling me
Out on the freeway, silence abounds
The crowded highway is making no sound
The limo driver, he endlessly waits
For the long drive across the golden state
Out in the distance
There's a simple sound
It comes, it grows
(Chorus)
