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)