Let us go out through the window to a World that isn't there
through the pages of a story book
where people really care.
To the mountains and the valleys
to the places far beyond
where the writing on the pages permanently forms a bond
and the reader and the writer
get to know each other's mind.
Let me take you through the window and I think that you may find
that the magic in the mirror
is the magic in your mind
and those feelings of abandonment
are tents upon a plain
where red dinosaurs and dragons play an everlasting game
in the stories
you can read as they bleed into your brain.
There's a widow and a farm boy that scrape a living off the land
there's a princess in a castle
and a military band
there are savage tribes in jungles where they scribe upon the trees
there's another place out somewhere where there's a thank you and a please
through the window where a pane was broke
a word was spoke
a book was wrote
is where we need to be
and we need a bit of candlelight
to light the way to see
another magic place the wizards call the wizard library
and I think that you may find
that the magic's in your mind.
Where the words are bled across your eyes and every line is the surprise and nothing ever lives or dies
I think that you may find
a bit more magic in your mind.