So a man and a woman forked at a baby The prince of dysfunction boy on a string From a suburban palace he walked out to freedom Enslaved to a concept in the world of a king
And baby's love he's smoking in a peacoat A ship on the ocean bird on a wind With a poem and soul written in his honor There's a concrete assumption in the world of a king
A guitar and a girlfriend, just off the turnpike Yeah, the foundtain of ego learned how to sing But the truth shall engage him with heartbreak and cold cots In an unguarded moment in the world of a king
And baby's gone, she's dancing on a big stage With a tear and a tutu The phone never rings And he can't go on, he's banging on a keyboard There's an to Jesus from the world of a king
I took a moment to remember a moonlit night Conversation by the candlelight was free Never trying to please yourself Never happy with nobody else but me So a man and a woman...
