So many seats, so many people
So many sounds, it’s like a cathedral
With a red velvet curtain and lobby chandeliers

The players tune up, the lights go down
The curtain rises, I think that I’ve found
A new kind of paradise, I only want to be here

And the lines that are spoken, and the songs that are sung
And the stories they are telling are leaving me hung
On every word and on every exit and entrance
Of the leading roles and the chorus and the stagehands
And the costumes and the lights and though it just began
The lights come back up

So may thoughts, so many feelings
Paisley in the carpets, carvings in the ceiling
That I can’t help but stare at while I wait for intermission to end

The actors return, the story resumes
Another act, that ends too soon but
The characters seem to think they have said all that needs to be said
(or do they?)

But the lines that were spoken, and the songs that were sung
And the story they were telling left me hung
On every word and on every exit and entrance
Af the leading roles and the chorus and the stagehands
And the costumes and the lights and though it just began
The lights come back up

The curtain comes down, applause fills the air
I begin to realize soon I won’t be there
Anymore with these characters, suspending my disbelief
But I know I believe that
I will be here again
I know I believe that
I will be here again