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
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
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