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.