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?
Tommy, can you hear me?
Tommy, can you hear me?
Tommy, can you hear me?
Tommy, can you hear me?
Tommy, can you hear me?
Can you?
Tommy, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
How can he be saved?
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?
How can he be saved?
Surrounded by his friends,
He sits so silently and
Unaware of anything.
Playing poxy pinball, picks his nose,
He smiles, he cries,
He 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.
He doesn't know who Jesus was,
Or what praying is.
How can he be saved
From the eternal grave?
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