World Of A King Lyrics - David Mead

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 fountain 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 e-mail to Jesus from the world of a king