A reporter in a jailroom, whispering her source to a dying bulb
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While the prince is in a fable, peaceful in his cradle, convinced of the impossible:
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All those wicked words I used to build my wild Western truth!
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I was just following the rules. Yeah, I did what I had to do.
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So now its later than it needs to be
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And in the dulcet tones of dream
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The prince atop his chariot,
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Heaven bound & glory be.
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A mother in a market chases after children that she barely knows
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While the father on the barstool, dropped off by his carpool, is playing a familiar role:
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I used to be a conquering king. I watched the slow stars shoot & swing.
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When I'd wake, the world would sing. Now, I can't hear anything.
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So now its later than it needs to be
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And while his stranger family sleeps
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The king looks for his castle,
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Heaven bound & glory be.
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There's a myth we must've made
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One we're spreading every day
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In every dying dream we grieve
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The humming hole we fight & feed
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It's the loving lives we long for
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Heaven bound & glory be
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A man in a hotel room, tangled to his teeth by the telephone
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He's waiting on a woman, wondering what she's doing,
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And pacing so his pulse won't slow.
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He drums his legs and pulls his hair; he carves her dimples in the air.
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The raging world has spooked him scared, and he don't want her lost out there.
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So now it's later than it needs to be
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And though his aching eyes want sleep
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Against all rationality
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Against everything he believes
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He prays for her protection,
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Heaven bound & glory be.
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I pray for your protection,
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Heaven bound & glory be.
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Heaven Bound And Glory Be
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Kevin Devine |