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A reporter in a jail room whispering
A source to a dying bulb while the prince is in a fable
Peaceful in the 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 it's later than it needs to be
And in the dulcet tones of dream
The prince atop his chariot
Heaven bound and glory be

And 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 Cochran king
I watched the slow star shoot and swing
And when I'd wake, the word would sing
But now I can't hear anything

So now it's later than it needs to be
And while his stranger-family sleeps
The king looks for his castle
Heaven bound and glory be

And yeah, there's a myth we must have made
One was spreading everyday
And every dying dream we grieve
The humming hull we fight and feed

It's the loving lives we long for
Heaven bound and glory be

And 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 'cause his pulse won't slow
He drums his legs and pulls his hair
He carves her dimples in the air

But 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 once leave against a rationality
Against everything, he believes
He prays for her protection
Heaven bound and glory be

He prays for her protection
Heaven bound and glory be
Oh, I pray for your protection
Heaven bound and glory be