Father:
Did you ever see the faces of the children
They get so excited
Waking up on Christmas morning
Hours before the winter sun's ignited
They believe in dreams and all they mean
Including heaven's generosity
Peeping round the door
To see what parcels are for free
In curiosity

And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved?
From the eternal grave

Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently
And unaware of anything
Playing poxy pinball
Picks his nose and smiles and
Pokes his tongue at everything
I believe in love
But how can men who've never seen
Light be enlightened
Only if he's cured
Will his spirit's future level ever heighten
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved?
From the eternal grave
Tommy can you hear me?

Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?

Tommy:
See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me
See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me!

Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?