Go To The Mirror! (Live In Canada / 1969)

Doctor:

He seems to be completely unreceptive.

The tests I gave him show no sense at atall.

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 ! 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.