Tommy’s Coming Home - Original Demo

She was counting out the window of an outbound train

All the poles of the telegraph

And the rock-a-bye rhythm in the song of the rails

Couldn't make the sleeper laugh

Down, down, down so deep

Down, down, drowning in his sleep

Tommy's coming home again

And a hawk hovered high above a skinny jackrabbit

Pursued by a hungry fox

And the broker awoke from a fitful slumber

And consulted his shares and his stocks

Down, down, down they go

Down, down, how he'll never know

Tommy's coming home again

And it's almost April Fool's Day

As he glanced on his paper looking through the veil

He could see that she was really upset

She tucked back the ribbon in a velvet box

As he offered her a cigarette

Down, down, down she took a drag

Now he's covered in her flag

Tommy's coming home again

And it's almost April Fool's Day

Almost April Fool's Day

And the joke's on everyone

He had that premonition

Only dead men dwell upon

But how could he know that only twelve months later

She would wear a skirt up over her knee?

And in the very same carriage she'd be flattered with roses

And forget the tears of Picardy

Down, down, down they flow

Down, down, now it just don't matter anymore

Tommy made it home again

When it was almost April Fool's Day

Almost April Fool's Day

And the joke's on everyone

He had that premonition

Only dead men dwell upon

Tommy's coming home again

Tommy's coming home again

Tommy's coming home