E B 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 Chorus: C E Days that turn and turn C A Which is what which we learn B E B E As average believers B E C7 A C7 A 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 Chorus This is the voice of someone calling from a lonely hill To the hard of hearing, or those who never will Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C C7 E B |