I hear the bells
Down in the canyon, it s
Snow in New York
Some blue December, I m
Gone to the moon
Without you, girl, and I m
Calling to you
Throughout the world and well I can
Hear the bells are
Ringing joyful and triumphant and

I hear the bells
They are like emeralds, and
Glints in the night
Commas and ampersands
Your moony face
So inaccessible
Your inner mind
So inexpressible

I m seeking girls
In sales and marketing
Let s go make out
Up in the balcony
Your business dress
So businesslike and I m
Tossing the blouse
Over a chairback and

You snooze, you lose
Well I have snost and lost
I m pushing through
I ll disregard the cost
I hear the bells
So fascinating and
I ll slug it out
I m sick of waiting