Album: A Celebration: The Music of Pete Townshend and The Who
Imagine a man
Not a child in any remote
But a plain man tied up in lies
Imagine the son
Running out as he struts
Parading and fading ignoring his wife
Imagine a road
So long looking back
But you can't really see where it began to run out
Imagine a love
So large and so smooth
With against it all manners of that
And you will see the end
You will see the end
Oh lord
Imagine events
That occur everyday
Like a shooting or raping
Or a simple act of deceit
Imagine a fence
Around you as high as prudential
Cast two shadow's who can't see or feel
Imagine a girl
With long flowing hair
And her body all trouble, perfection and truth
Imagine a past
That you wish you had lived
Full of heroes and villain's and fools
And you will see the end
You will see the end
You will see the end
Imagine a man
Not a child of any remote
But a man of today
Feeling new
Imagine a soul
So old and its broken
And you know
Your invention
Is you