Townshend)



Imagine a man

Not a child of any revolt

But a plain man tied up in life



Imagine the sand

Running out as he struts

Parading and fading, ignoring his wife



Imagine a road

So long looking backwards

You can't see where it really began



Imagine a load

So large and so smooth

That against it a man is an ant



Then you will see the end

You will see the end



Imagine events

That occur everyday

Like a shooting or rapi



Imagine a fence

Around you as high as prevention

Casting shadows, you can't see your feet



Imagine a girl

You long for and have

And the body of chalky perfection and truth



Imagine a past

Where you wish you had lived

Full of heroes and villians and fools



And you will see the end

You will see the end

And you will see the end

You will see the end

Oh yeah



Imagine a man

Not a child of any revolt

But a man of today feeling new



Imagine a soul

So old it it is broken

And you will know your invention is you



And you will see the end

You will see the end

You will see the end

You will see the end

Oh yeah