In this bookcase full of stories
You find some of them are true
Tales of love and glory

Many lives of daring-do
There is mystery and adventure
They lie waiting there for you

So step inside and find the other you

Take the high road tomorrow

But the low road today
Reading other's sorrow
Might just be the only way

The father hears confession
While the mother's feeling blue
These characters do what you want them to


In these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom

And through the ages words are born
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn


There's glamour and dementia
A message from the tomb
Staircase to the heavens

And secrets in the room
When you are riding on that dark horse
To the one that got away

There's no regrets and no dues left to pay

'Cause in these pages we consume

Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn


Drifting down the river of the make believe
We laugh and grieve

Hoping for an ending of our own design
Where all is fine


In these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born

Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn

In these pages we consume

Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born... (fade)