Tommy's from the city, lives in a North End terraced house
Near a council estate, he makes windows and doors
And though his friends are means to ends
Oh, how he often thinks of getting out
Like his mother did, near 18 years before
The boy's got a vision of going on a mission to the USA
He wants to sing and dance and act on those Broadway shows
If he should speak a word, then he'd save it for another day
For a North End kid like him now that's how it goes
He goes upstairs and takes his medicine
Goes to heaven in his head and shuts his eyes
Where he sees the sunshine on his face
Sees the world as a completely different place
Where he can find himself a lover and have a kid to its pace
Where there's music in the street
The crowd are throwing roses at his feet
And then he pulls away the covers
And readies for another couple days in the real world
Struggling to make ends meet
Tommy's dad's a marine so to dare or to dream's rather hard sometimes
And the anger builds from those lethal blows he's took
If he's to go out at night, he'll get caught in a fight in a bar sometimes
Another North End Kid, another shit out of luck
Then he goes home and takes that medicine
Goes to heaven in his head and shuts his eyes
Where he sees the sunshine on his face
Sees the world as a completely different place
Where he can find himself a lover and have a kid to its pace
Where there's music in the street
The crowd are throwing roses at his feet
And then he pulls away the covers
And readies for another couple days in the real world
Struggling to make ends meet
Where he sees the sunshine on his face
Sees the world as a completely different place
Where he can find himself a lover and have a kid to its pace
Where there's music in the street
The crowd are throwing roses at his feet
And then he pulls away the covers
And readies for another couple days in the real world
Struggling to make ends meet