We run for the hills We run like fools Our city's a-flame The bells ringing The bells ringing Devastation has come Left in a station with a note upon Now there's never any place Never any place to put my feet back down No, there's never anywhere The scene is rolled away, lights are taken down On a newspaper stand Any feeble branch to put my weight upon But I lie to myself Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down Who'll find a cab in the pouring rain? Who'll find a vein to put the needle in? Who hears that voice that's like bells ringing? How will I know you How will I know you How will I know you