Mission Bell from Supermoon by Rick Redington & Tuff Luv

Its just a broken up chair in the corner, a cracked dirty window where the light shines through. Too many memories there that can haunt us. You tucked it all away in this dusty old room.
A ripped lamp shade hanging from a wire. Ancient portraits keep us mesmerized, shabby old floors too beat to hold us. Foundation keeps rumbling as the train rolls by.
It all goes to show. No one ever knows, but this time i can tell, cause i can hear that Mission Bell.
Years of mental debris may pile up high. Misconnections & emotional drains. Wrinkles surround the tear stained eyes, like little tiny glowing embers in the pouring rain.
It all goes to show, that no one ever knows, but this time i can tell, cause i can hear that Mission Bell.
At ten of nine in my town there's a dark whistle blowin'. I heard before my time it was a kids curfew, but now i hear as an alarm on a junkies morning, He's just, hangin' on a ledge hoping to get through.
It all goes to show, no ne ever knows, but this time i can tell, cause i can hear that Mission Bell.
It all goes to show, no one ever knows, but this time i can tell, cause i can hear that Mission Bell.

• Rock
• psychedelic rock
• rock & roll
• vermont-music