The Sound

The sound, the sound, filling my dreams,

The sound, the sound, keeping me keen,

It's there, then it's gone,

Not knowing to what it belong.

It's something old, it's something new,

Its something borrowed, it's something blue,

Seeming in flux, a man in a tux,

Away in his TARDIS, that will try it's hardest,

To take me when and where I want to go,

And let me through to go with the flow,

The sound, the sound, that lead me hope.