It's the lovin' lives we long for.

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.