The belle rang clear
The belle rang true
Hard against the granite
Striking firm upon the track
I rode along the fifteen
I climbed up the Laderman
I stormed the sixty four
Someday I would thread the arch
Soon it will be tomorrow
When it is still tonight
Soon the day will brighten
Across a western sky
It cannot be closer
It will not be farther
The heart beat is a rocket
The vision is eyes closed
Look not into defiance
Glance not past the Saint
The other side is still the East Land
The place we have not left
And now it's on my mind
The night they drove old Dixiana down
A southside retreat
A place with gator feet
Hear it ring
Hear it in the east
Hear it call your name
Hear it light the way home
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