Lyrics:

Tommy's Coming Home 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 Couldn't make the sweeper 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 a broker awoke her from a fitful slumber Then 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 Fools' Day As he glanced on his paper looking through the veil (?) He could see that 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 he's covered in a flag Tommy's coming home again And it's almost April Fools' Day Almost April Fools' 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 her skirt up over her knee And in the very same carriage she'd be flattered with roses And forget the tears of dignity (?) Down down down they flow Now now now it just don't matter anymore Tommy's made it home again When it was almost April Fools' Day Almost April Fools' 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