Can you see the light in the window at the top of the stairs? I guess she's up late again divining mysteries in books she shares
She puts her assistant to bed and casts a glance to reckon the time and plans the day ahead with a quill by candlelight
And if she's enchanted by a starry sky or bewitched by a book again you'd better believe that wherever study leads she'd never leave behind a friend
She's gotta whole lotta magic She's gotta whole lotta magic now if she's a little bit crazy well this whole town is anyhow
Deep black, it turns to blue as the sunrise sparks a brand new day She waves as she passes by I wonder what her letters say?
Ring ring ring, burn that thing Why don't we take a little chariot ride To where the lessons begun, in the warmth of the sun in the city on the mountainside
She's gotta whole lotta magic She's gotta whole lotta magic now if she's a little bit crazy well this whole town is anyhow
Like the endless night of a sister's folly or a hellhound with a broken chain For her well-laid plans, I have admiration; but if she lets it go and conjures up some inspiration we can spend the time together in a sunny location
(guitar solo)
It's well past closing time and the shadow from the window pane flickers sleepily, like her eyes as the inkwell drains
Study's the shuttle of a star-swirled loom; spinning tapestries in her dreams I sweep for a while, and hope for her smile I'd love to be the thread that she weaves.
She's gotta whole lotta magic She's gotta whole lotta magic now if she's a little bit crazy well this whole town is anyhow