There is a man

(There can be no man)

Who wears a sharp suit

(Who could wear that suit)

And a nice bowtie

(And that horrid bowtie)

Who wanders the earth.

(That could possibly be from Earth.)

He is a nice man,

(He is a selfish man)

A little eccentric,

(And off his rocker,)

But he always knows how to help.

(But he will always try to help.)

He'll make things right.

(He'll patch you up somehow.)

And then he'll disappear.

(And then he leaves you behind.)

No one knows where,

(He'll never tell you where,)

No one knows why—

(He'll never tell you why—)

But they know he's out there.

(But you know he's out there.)

They will never forget

(You will never forget)

What he did for them.

(What he did to you.)

And they will always remember. . .

(But you will always remember. . .)

. . .

A face without a name.

Many faces.

No name.

Just. . .

The Doctor.