pete townshend
christmas
Did you ever see the faces of 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 heavens 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 proxy pin ball 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 spirits 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