Heaven Bound and Glory Be - Kevin Devine

A reporter in a jailroom, 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