Doctor:
He seems to be completely unreceptive.
The tests I gave him
Show no sense at all.
His eyes react to light, the dials detect it.
He hears but cannot answer to your call.

Tommy:
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me!
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me!

Doctor:
There is no chance, no untried operation,
All hope lies with him and none with me.
Imagine though the shock from isolation
When he suddenly can hear
And speak and see.

Tommy:
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me!
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me!

Doctor:
His eyes can see,
His ears can hear, his lips speak.
All the time the needles flick and rock.
No machine can give
The kind of stimulation
Needed to remove his inner block.

Go to the mirror, boy!
Go to the mirror, boy!

Father:
I often wonder what he is feeling.
Has he ever heard a word I've said?
Look at him in the mirror dreaming.
What is happening in his head?

Tommy:
Listening to you I get the music,
Gazing at you I get the heat,
Following you I climb the mountain,
I get excitement at your feet!

Right behind you I see the millions,
On you I see the glory,
From you I get opinions,
From you I get the story.

Father:
What is happening in his head?
Ooooh, I wish I knew.
I wish I knew.

Mother:
Tommy can you hear me?
Can you feel me near you?
Tommy can you feel me?
Can I help to cheer you?

Mother:
You don't answer my call
With even a nod or a twitch
But you gaze at your own reflection!
You don't seem to see me
But I think you can see yourself
How can the mirror affect you?

Can you hear me?
Or do I surmise
That you fear me
Can you feel my temper
Rise, rise, rise, rise, rise...

Do you hear or fear or
Do I smash the mirror?
Do you hear or fear or
Do I smash the mirror?