Tommys Coming Home — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

(mccartney/macmanus)

She was counting out the window of the outbound train

All the poles of the telegraph

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

Couldnt make the sweeper laugh



Down down down so deep

Down down drowning in his sleep

Tommys coming home again



And a hawk hovered high above a skinny jackrabbit

Pursued by a hungry fox

And a broker awoke her from a fitful slumber

Then consulted his shares and his stocks



Down down down they go

Down down how hell never know

Tommys coming home again

And its almost april fools day



As he glanced on his paper looking through the veil (? )

He could see she was really upset

As she tucked back the ribbon in a velvet box

As he offered her a cigarette



Down down down she took a drag

Now hes covered in a flag

Tommys coming home again

And its almost april fools day



Almost april fools day

And the jokes on everyone

He had that premonition

Only dead men dwell upon



But how could he know that only twelve months later

She would wear her skirt up over her knee

And in the very same carriage shed be flattened with roses

And forget the tears of bigotry (? )



Down down down they flow

Now now now it just dont matter anymore

Tommy made it home again

When it was almost april fools day



Almost april fools day

And the jokes on everyone

He had that premonition

Only dead men dwell upon



Tommys coming home again

Tommys coming home again

Tommys coming home