Badgeman Brown Songtext / Lyric

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 I 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