AmennI heard it againnThe bells sound so proudnThey soar through the airnAnd call all to prayernIt's like the angels are laughing out loudnnThe still streetnIs dead on its feetnI see a black man beating a rugnThen he drags it back innAnd it's quiet againnThere's no wind to clear the dustnnA tree full of birdsnAnd every one nervousnSomeone's got to be the first to flynBut don't look at menI lost my wingsnAnd I'm still looking for a reason to trynnAmennI heard them againnI thought they all vanished from airnThe silence is finenBut not all the timenIt's nice to know they're still therennAmen