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!