Ode To The Doctor
I find that overthinking really is my worst enemy. It gets me into trouble and stifles passion and creativity. So I was relieved when I was able to feel something so strongly that the words just came to me.
The only problem with this song is that the words didn’t stop coming. The Madame De Pompadour verse came to me at the last second. More and more lyrics keep coming to me. I think enough so that I may have an Ode To The Doctor part Two.
But for now, I shall share with you a lost verse:
There I sat on my packed suitcase
Waiting for someone to come to me
To take me away from the fear
A crack on my bedroom wall
Erasing all of time
In my hands I hold your words, your memories
Nothing can take them away
I guess we really are The Doctor and Amy Pond
‘Cause one day you’ll look at me fondly
Knowing I was the girl who waited
Yeah… I think that this song is going to need a part two.
