"Badgeman Brown" lyrics

This is the voice of someone calling from a lonely hill
To the hard of hearing, or those who never will
A long-legged someone seen walking away from home
Like a vacant dreamer walking alone, alone

Days that turn and turn
Which is what which we learn
As average believers
In the book of Badgeman Brown

They're dropping like flies in a suburban house
From a lack of anything, anything to keep them penned-in
And the town keeps screaming from a lonely hill
Another lack of people, those who never will

Days that turn and turn
Which is what which we learn
As average believers
In the book of Badgeman Brown

This is the voice of someone calling from a lonely hill
To the hard of hearing, or those who never will

Days will turn and turn
Which is what which we learn
As average believers
In the book of Badgeman Brown