My version of the Byrds cover of the Bob Dylan song, heavy on the Rickenbacker 12-string. An appropriate anthem for our times–and a kind of bookend to If I Had a Hammer.
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed.
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse.
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe,
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing