Goodbye love
Didn't know what time it was the lights were low oh how
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin down some rock n roll lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase ha hase
That werent no d.j. that was hazy cosmic jive
My feet are starting to feel cold. What if I picked the wrong boots? Should I go back and change them? Better not, what if he's back and he doesn't find me? And I don't want to go back to the creepy voices, not all alone, I'll wait for him. He said he was going just for five minutes. He'll be back any minute now. How long have I been waiting here now? I can't wait for him to be back! I want to see the swimming pool in the library in the blue box.
There's a starman waiting in the sky
Hed like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
I can't believe he didn't come back for me. I'm still a kid, but I didn't dream him... It really happened... The kitchen was still all messed up with all the food he made me cook. And he said he'd help with the voices in my wall. They're still there, aren't they? He didn't come to help.
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
Everyone insists I made him up. They say I'm a liar. They're lying... they wouldn't understand. He came to me. I shouldn't listen to them. They all think I'm crazy. But I'm not. I didn't dream him. I didn't make him up. He was real. The blue box was there, it tore down the shed in Auntie's garden.
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
Auntie is bringing me to another doctor next week, but he's not going to be the right doctor, the Doctor. Even my best friends, Melody and Rory, they don't seem to believe me, like everyone else.
I had to phone someone so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too!
Switch on the tv we may pick him up on channel two
Melody got into trouble at school again, it's really annoying, lately she's blaming the Doctor for anything in history just to mess with me and bother me. I'm sad to admit it's working. She's my best friend (when I grow up and I have a daughter I'll call her Melody) but sometimes I think she doesn't understand when to stop playing. I wish she understood I'm still not comfortable with her making fun of the Doctor.
Look out your window I can see his light
If we can sparkle he may land tonight
Don't tell your poppa or hell get us locked up in fright
Who would have thought Rory was... I still can't write it down. He kissed me again tonight and I think we're dating. He is sweet and caring even when I make fun of him, which is not very good because he doesn't make fun of me, he said he doesn't understand why I insist so much on the story of the raggedy Doctor who fell from the sky, but at least he doesn't make fun of me as Melody does.
There's a starman waiting in the sky
Hed like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
The Doctor was never a fantasy to me and sometimes at night, when I'm looking at the stars in the sky, I still wish for his magical blue box to drop from the sky again, but I think about the Doctor less and less now. Or, who knows, maybe it was a childhood fantasy after all, everytime I think about it it makes less sense lately. I mean, who eats fish fingers with custard? One thing's for sure, though, that crack in the wall still freaks me out. Enough with this childhood stuff, anyway, Amelia Pond is gone, I grew up. I'm going to be Amy Williams soon...
There's a starman waiting in the sky
Hes told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
Everything is ready, I picked up the dress, it's beautiful. What's that noise from the garden? Anyway, the dress. I love it. It's white and pearly and fairytale and I love it. I love him. I'm getting married tomorrow. The other day, when I started packing, from a pile of childhood stuff, among some books about the Romans, the blue box and the dolls I made of me and him showed up. The crack from the wall is still scaring me, but I gave up. I'll be a married woman tomorrow, my husband will protect me from anything. Or, more likely I'll need to protect him. But still...
I'll never see my raggedy Doctor again...