(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 

Couldn't make the sweet bird 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 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 flattened with roses 

And forget the tears of bigotry (?) 



Down down down they flow 

Now now now it just don't matter anymore 

Tommy 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