Between the Stacks

[Intro]
[Verse]
You’re back again by the shelf
Keeping Keats all to yourself
Checking the spine of the book
Giving that same heavy look
Dust on your sleeve is a clue
I’m keeping a record of you
[Pre-Chorus]
You pretend to read the prose
While your hidden interest grows
Coffee’s cold and getting old
Stories left to be told
[Chorus]
Rhyme and reason out of season
Looking for a heart to lease in
Stuck between the pages of a verse
It could be better, could be worse
Just a customer in love with lines
Ignoring all the exit signs
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, the meter is so sweet
Walking on your quiet feet
[Verse]
Shelley is a bit too loud
For a man who hates a crowd
Maybe try some Byron for a change
Your taste is wide in range
You skip the fiction on the right
To stay within my line of sight
[Hook]
Ink on your thumb
Feeling a little numb
Paper and wine
Feeling just fine
[Solo]
(Scat improvisation - Rubato)
Shoo-be-doo, a little sigh
Watching the ink go dry
Ba-da-ba, a quiet spark
Closing time in the dark
Zat-zat, do-be-day
Don't you walk away
[Bridge]
The lights flicker low in the hall
Shadows are starting to crawl
I’ve got the keys to the door
But I’m wanting something more
Than a receipt and a nod
Isn't it terribly odd?
[Verse]
The clock hits a quarter to ten
You pick up that volume again
Is it the meter or the rhyme?
Or just a way to kill the time?
I’ll stamp the date and let you go
Though there's so much you don't know
[Chorus]
Rhyme and reason out of season
Looking for a heart to lease in
Stuck between the pages of a verse
It could be better, could be worse
Just a customer in love with lines
Ignoring all the exit signs
[Breakdown]
Hardcover heart
Falling apart
Limited edition
In this condition
[Outro]