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Welcome
(Still cradling the wounded Sally, Tommy sings to the audience)
Tommy (quietly cynical)
Come to my house.
Be one of my family's people.
Lovely bright home…
We're dancing all night,
Never sleeping.
(Tommy helps Sally to her feet and disarms the security guards)
Milkman, come in!
And you baker!
Little old Lady welcome!
And you, shoemaker!
Come to this house!
Into this house!
You can help
To collect some more in.
Young and old people,
Let's get them all in!
(Videos and projections appear, first of small groups,
then lines, then crowds of people.)
Come to this house!
Into this house!
(Not having seen
him at home since the cure, the
Walkers and Uncle Ernie are startled to see Tommy bringing home a crowd of guards,
reporters and the
battered Sally Simpson. Tommy leads Sally with them and rushes out to bring more people in
as the reporters mill around the house.)
Tommy (To the guards)
Ask along that man who's wearing a carnation.
Bring every single person
From Victoria station.
Go into that hospital
And bring nurses and patients.
Everyone go home and fetch your relations!
Tommy & Crowd:
Come to this house;
Be one of this family's people.
Lovely bright home…
Dancing all night, never sleeping.
Cousin Kevin (spoken)
Sir, there's more at the door.
Cousin Kevin and Guards:
There's more at the door.
There's more at the door.
There's more at the door.
( A cutout backdrop of the crowd flies in, leading
us to believe that the stadium audience and crowds
of people off the street fill the Walker's house. The
monitors show crowds surging down a London street.)
All:
There's more at the door.
There's more at the door.
There's more at the door.
There's more at the door.
There's more …
Tommy:
We need more room.
Build an extension!
We'll all work together.
Spare no expense now.
(Mrs. Walker brings Sally from the bedroom.
Tommy crosses to her)
Tommy :
Come to this house;
Be one of us.
Come into this house;
Be one of us.
Come to our house.
Come to me now!
(Tommy sits Sally down next to him on the sofa, as the reporters crowd around to capture
Tommy's answer to Sally's question. Their image is picked up by the television camera and
displayed on screens all over the stage.)
Sally's Question
Sally:
How can we share the great sights you are seeing?
Hear all the glorious music you hear?
(Sally waits for Tommy to answer; he just shakes his head)
How can we be a small part of your being?
Why do you seem so alive when you're near?
(Tommy doesn't answer.)
Sally (spoken)
Tell us. Tell us now.
How can we be more like you?
Tommy:
Why would you want to be more like me?
For fifteen years I was waiting for what you've already got.
Sally:
What's that?
Tommy:
All this. In my dreams I was seeing it,
hearing it, feeling it. Those are
the true miracles and you have them already.
Sally:
I don't understand.
Tommy:
The point is not for you to be more like me.
The point is…I'm finally more like you.
I can't be who you want me to be.
(The crowd of reporters, guards and the family are all asking a confusion of questions.
Tommy
looks around him and stands up impatiently, to address the camera and the crowd.)
