Mother and Son

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 adored 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 the very soul

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 a game
Beyond your wildest dreams!

Those who love me have a
Higher path to follow now
And you, dear Mother, too, must be prepared!