Track 6 - Big Man on Mulberry Street
Why can't I lay low
Why can't I say what I mean
Why don't I stay home
And get myself into some boring routine
Sarah had never been good at routines. Or at living a normal life. It had taken years, but she'd finally adjusted to being the madwoman of Bannerman Road, when Luke fell into her life. Suddenly she found herself trying to be ordinary. The sort of mother who took her son to school and made tea and was there when he needed her. She didn't think she was very good at it, but he didn't have anyone else.
Why can't I calm down
Why is it always a fight
I can't get unwound
Why do I throw myself into the night
Sarah had always got into scrapes. For years it had been throwing herself in to fights, attempting to do the right thing, even if she had no idea of what she was up against. Now she had enough experience to know what she was getting herself into and she still jumped in, even if she was outnumbered and out gunned. Sooner or later, this attitude was going to bite her in the arse, but it had served her well so far.
I'm on the outside
I don't fit into the groove
Now I ain't a bad guy
So tell me what am I trying to prove
Was she trying to prove something? That she could do just as well on her own, without the Doctor for backup? That she could be a mother and have adventures? That she wasn't too old for this sort of life? That she was tough enough to take care of herself? Or was it just that she attracted trouble the way the Doctor did and she couldn't just ignore it? Either way, this was her life, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Why can't I cool out
Why don't I button my lip
Why do I lash out
Why is it I always shoot from the hip
Sarah Jane Smith
Doctor Who
241 words
Why can't I say what I mean
Why don't I stay home
And get myself into some boring routine
Sarah had never been good at routines. Or at living a normal life. It had taken years, but she'd finally adjusted to being the madwoman of Bannerman Road, when Luke fell into her life. Suddenly she found herself trying to be ordinary. The sort of mother who took her son to school and made tea and was there when he needed her. She didn't think she was very good at it, but he didn't have anyone else.
Why can't I calm down
Why is it always a fight
I can't get unwound
Why do I throw myself into the night
Sarah had always got into scrapes. For years it had been throwing herself in to fights, attempting to do the right thing, even if she had no idea of what she was up against. Now she had enough experience to know what she was getting herself into and she still jumped in, even if she was outnumbered and out gunned. Sooner or later, this attitude was going to bite her in the arse, but it had served her well so far.
I'm on the outside
I don't fit into the groove
Now I ain't a bad guy
So tell me what am I trying to prove
Was she trying to prove something? That she could do just as well on her own, without the Doctor for backup? That she could be a mother and have adventures? That she wasn't too old for this sort of life? That she was tough enough to take care of herself? Or was it just that she attracted trouble the way the Doctor did and she couldn't just ignore it? Either way, this was her life, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Why can't I cool out
Why don't I button my lip
Why do I lash out
Why is it I always shoot from the hip
Sarah Jane Smith
Doctor Who
241 words