There’s a lady who’s sure, all that glitters is gold and she’s buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed, with a word she can get what she came for. And she’s buying a stairway to heaven. There’s a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure, ‘cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings. Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. Makes me wonder.