This is the voice of someoneCalling from a lonely hillTo the hard of hearingFor those who never willA long legged someoneSeen walking away from homeLook a vacant dreamerWalking alone aloneWays that turn and turnWhich is what we'd learnAs suffering believersIn the book of badgeman brownThey've dropping like fliesIn a suburban houseFrom a lack of anythingAnything to keep their hands inAnd the town keeps screamingFrom a lonely hillAnother lack of peopleThose who never willWays that turn and turnWhich I what we'd learnAs suffering believersIn the book of badgeman brown This is the voice of someoneCalling from a lonely hillfor the heard of hearingFor those who never willThe days will turn and turnWhich is what we'd learnAs average believersIn the book of badgeman brown