Perfect Palace

Somewhere in my future there's a palace on a hill It's covered all in gold and wrapped with silks from 'round the world The servants who tend to the rooms are rulers and sovereigns Oh my, a perfect palace on a hill I'll walk up the hundred eighty seven steps A perfect place for a very unperfected guest But if I'm met with music and a bed to rest I still intend, I still depend On the palace on the hill And sitting on a throne of jewels with eyes as bright as stars The king of all the countryside will greet me from afar He'll say to me son welcome home and wrap me in his arms Oh my, a perfect palace on a hill I'll walk up the hundred eighty seven steps A perfect place for a very unperfected guest But if I'm met with music and a bed to rest I still intend, I still depend On the palace on the hill Everyday I think about the person I've become The habits that I've made and all the people that I've loved Cause there will come a day when I will find if it's enough If my life, was worth a palace on a hill I'll walk up the hundred eighty seven steps A perfect place for a very unperfected guest But if I'm met with music and a bed to rest I still intend, I still depend On the palace on the hill Yeah, that's how it should end...