Nora: Tommy, can you hear me?
Tommy, can you hear me?
Tommy, can you hear me?
Tommy, can you hear me?
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Tommy: Mother, Father.
Touch me, feel me.
Who am I, where did I come from?
Have you known me, have you seen me?
Mother?
Nora: You're a hero! You are famous!
You're a champion of the young!
You are rich, but it's so absurd to try
To explain all the things you've done.
You're a god, and you're loved;
Thousands watch you play
Pinball! It's a fever!
And you're the master of the game!
And now that you're whole,
You'll be champion of their very souls.
Tommy: Yes, I'm healed!
Delivered from silent darkness.
No more locked doors
Or stifled screams.
Pinball! What I see now before me
Is far beyond the game,
Beyond your wildest dreams!
Those who love me
Have a higher path to follow now.
And you, dear mother, too
Must be prepared!
Writer(s): Paul O'neill
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