Crossroads ... seem to come and go ... yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow, having fun
But back home he'll always run ... to sweet Melissa
The Doctor was always on the move. He had always been that way. No one could truly make him want to stay in one place; he would never willingly stop his on-going travels. They could come with him, but he would never stop for them. There had been so many, and he cared for them all, but he had loved no one like her. The sorrow was as constant a companion as his beloved blue box. Running about and saving the universe was fun, but when he returned at the end of the day, he couldn't help but think of her and wish she was still with him.
Freight train ... each car looks the same ... all the same
And no one knows the gypsy's name
No one hears his lonely sighs
There are no blankets where he lies
Lord in the deepest dreams the gypsy flies ... with sweet Melissa
Sometimes the faces of his companions just run together. The same thing happens to them all in the end. He loses them one way or another. Maybe it was because he never trusted them enough to even tell them his name. Why wouldn't he tell them? Even knowing that they would leave, he wouldn't. Why hadn't he told her? He should have. There was no one here now that realized just how lonely he truly was, no one there to comfort him when his sorrow overwhelmed him and he curled, beaten, into the corner of his ship. When finally he fell asleep, it was of her he dreamed. Flying through space and time with her hand in his, he was happy as long as he was asleep.
Again the morning's come
Again he's on the run
Sunbeams shining through his hair
Better not to have a care
So pick up your gear and gypsy roll on ... roll on
He wakes up in the morning and leaves behind whatever place he had stopped and saved, imprinting the image on the people's mind as he walks away. The sun blinds their eyes for just a moment and he's gone. It's best to just not care, there's less heartbreak that way, but he can't ever shut it off. He goes on with his hearts broken, just goes on.
Crossroads ... will you ever let him go
No... no...no...Or will you hide the dead man's ghost
Lord, or will he lie ... beneath the plain. Or will his spirit fall away?
But I know that he won't stay ... without Melissa
Yes I know that he won't stay ... without Melissa
The road never lets him go because he won't let her go. Someday, his ghost will still be traveling without her—won't be able to rest, never to rest without her. He'll never stay, no he won't stay; I know he'll never stay without his sweet Rose.