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 E-mail 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...