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