Lyrics:

Thought that bell was in my dream
All in my head
Until the trucks were in the Yard
And the fire was in my bed
Oh, can you hear the ringing bell
Telling time like time was to tell?
Can you see the smoke rise and curl
All the way from your side of my world?

Hush your talk, here comes the boss
Down off of his perch
He walks the floor in cream-white shoes
Like we were piggin' iron in church
Oh, can you hear the furnace hum
Above the shouts and all the chewing gum?
Hear the union priest lead the factory choirgirls
Singing out to your side of my world?

I could dance when I was young
And I was pretty good
I'd do all the tricks and such
But back then everybody could
I should have seen how this would be
But nothing's true till I've seen it on TV
Yet there you were, in your high heels and curls
Coming in as big as life, from your side of my world

Let's pretend we've never loved
Let's pretend out' hands are clean
Free of all the spit and shine
And the smell of gasoline
Cause here come the planes and the tambourines
The funeral march, and the beauty queens
The circus freaks selling lemonade
From the back of an open-air motorcade
Here come the heart machines and the baby shoes
The ship-to-shore relay of the sporting news
That mail-order brides --fake tits and pearls
All making way from your side of my world