To the tune of "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin
Filked for the Dead Daalas

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold.
And she's buying a stairway to Sci-fi.
And when she gets there she knows
If the registers closed
With a word she can get what she came for.

And she's buying a stairway to sci-fi

There's a display on the floor
But she wants to be sure.
Cause you know sometimes dates have
two meanings.
In a box by the shelves there's a book
that makes sense sometimes.
All of the plots are misgiven.

(It makes me wonder)

There's a feeling she gets when she looks
to the series.
And her spirit is crying for leaving.
In her thoughts she has seen rings of smoke
though the shelves
And the voices of those who stand browsing

(It makes me wonder)

And it's whispered that soon if we all
call the tune.
Then the author will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those
who read it that long.
And the bookstore will echo with laughter.

And it makes me wonder.

If there's a bustle in the section
Don't be alarmed now
It's a just a spring clean for the new arrivals
Yes there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run.
There's still time to change the road you're on.

(And it makes me wonder)

Your head is humming and it won't go - In case you don't know
The author's calling you to join him.
Dear Lady can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

As we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks an author we all know.
Who shines dark light and wants to show.
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you read it very hard.
The plot will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all.
To be fan and not to stand.