Tommy

Like a tramp ship at sea, I swear to the night, you won’t hear from me, you are a buzz saw, spinning great lies, hanging off my cabin door, your lost fidelity, between moon and sky, shines like a painting, from the earth's poor, my terrible why, rises from the ocean floor, you’ll see me in weeds, my lips blue tight, then you’ll be free, Here on the shore, I’ll do what's right, there’ll be no furore, look into my eyes.