The Song

1

Live from the Opry studios

in Nashville, Tennessee,

make welcome David King.

I cannot hear

I have no sight

Dark is near

And your blinding light

Can you hear me

When I cry?

Catch me when I fall

But I can't hold on

Take it away, boys.

The words of the Teacher,

son of David.

Killer job, man.

Killer job.

Great show, baby.

This teaching is a light.

Yeah, man, now you're talking.

Good show.

Correction and instruction

are the way to life,

keeping you away

from your neighbor's wife.

Go.

Do not go near her door.

Where you going, boy?

Keep to a path far from her.

Do not lust in your heart

after her beauty

or be captivated by her eyes.

Can a man scoop fire

into his lap

without his clothes

being burned?

Can a man stand on hot coals

without his feet being scorched?

Another man's wife preys

on your very life.

Hey, baby, you okay in there?

No one who touches her

will go unpunished.

I looked and saw all the evil

that was taking place

under the sun.

I declared that the dead

are happier than the living.

But better than both is the one

who has never been born,

who has not seen the evil

that is done under the sun.

Hello.

Jealousy arouses

a husband's fury.

He will not accept

any compensation,

however great it is.

- No! No! No!

- Daddy.

Don't leave!

A man who commits adultery

has no sense.

His shame will never

be wiped away.

But

And do you, David,

take Bethany...

the one who confesses

and renounces sin finds mercy.

...to love and to cherish

for better or for worse

from this day forward?

I do.

As you do not know the path

of the wind

or how the body is formed

in a mother's womb,

you cannot understand

the work of God,

Watch his head.

The maker of all things.

Hi, Jed.

Who knows what is good

for a person

during the few meaningless days

that they pass through

like a shadow?

Give me a hammer, Jed.

Who can tell them

what will happen under the sun

after they are gone?

Hold on a second. Right there.

Move that finger up there.

I've been doing that every time.

No one knows

when their hour will come.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Generations come...

generations go...

but the earth remains forever.

What has been will be again

and what has been done

will be done again.

There is nothing new

under the sun.

I have seen all things done

under the sun.

All of them are meaningless,

a chasing after wind.

I was born the son of a king

Princes die

Over petty things

Yeah, our families

They're about war

You'd think that we could

Settle the score

But the consequences stay

Yeah, the consequences stay

Yeah, I was born

The son of a king

You don't know what that means

Do you?

No

Yeah, you might say

It's living a dream

Somehow dreams have a way

Of coming true

Like you don't want them to

And to the God in heaven

Give me the wisdom

To see this through

Love is a choice

We're making

But even if it's not

What we choose

I'm still the son of a king

You can say it was love

I don't know

What I think of that

Stan, we will sell more albums

if you get me

playing bigger venues.

This place sells out

at like 18 people.

People come

to see you for one reason.

They loved your dad, okay?

Now, until you find heart

or inspiration

or something to sing about,

you're just gonna

be David King's kid.

A little parting gift

from old Stanager, okay?

There's a vineyard

over in Sharon, all right?

They do a festival every fall.

They need a musician.

Pays pretty well. It's only

30 minutes away from here.

You don't have to pay me.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah, I'm serious.

I'm a bridge.

I'm on fire.

You are brilliant.

- Appreciate that.

- Just go, Stan.

I'm happy to leave.

In his heart,

a man plans his course,

but the Lord directs his steps.

It comes right out

Of the mountains

Down to the valley below

Sweeps out across

The bluegrass

It gets down in your soul

It might come as a whisper

That cuts right through

The north

Jed?

Are you Jed King?

- Yes.

- I'm Rose Jordan.

Um, we spoke on the phone.

Right, right. Yeah.

- It's nice to meet you.

- This is your place then?

My dad's.

It's beautiful.

Well, he'll wanna know

you're here, so...

- Come on. There we go.

- Old piece of junk.

- Daddy?

- Yeah.

- Jed King is here.

- Who?

The singer.

I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm Jed.

Sheppard Jordan.

- It's great to meet you.

- This is a beautiful place.

- You David King's kid?

- Yes, sir.

Uh-huh. Hon, show him

to the stage.

I got work to do.

Nice to meet you.

- Okay.

- All right.

- Good to meet you.

- Uh-huh.

Dad's really sweet.

He's just a little stressed.

No, it's fine.

Who did he say your father was?

David King.

So he's a singer too?

You don't know who he is?

Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know

anything about music.

Please, don't apologize.

It's a good thing, believe me.

Hey, Rosie.

Eddie.

- What are you doing here?

- Tasting wine.

It's free wine tasting, right?

It's what the paper said.

- Right.

- This is Kristen.

Yeah, I remember.

How are you?

The wine is really good.

Thank you.

I'm glad you like it.

Who'd have thunk? I mean,

Kentucky? Heh. Right? Heh.

So are you two...?

- No, we... This is, uh...

- Yes. Don't be shy. Don't be shy.

- Jed King.

- Jed King, as in David King?

See? Yes.

You're hotter than your dad.

- Thank you.

- Well, there you go.

Better than your dad

at something.

How's your dad?

I don't know.

Why don't you go ask him?

He looks busy.

No, no, I'm sure

he'd love to talk to you.

No, maybe later.

Excuse me.

It was nice meeting you again.

- Sorry. It's this way.

- He's a winner.

Here you are.

Just make yourself at home.

Thanks.

And sorry about Eddie.

He's a jerk.

You deserve better.

Better than a guy who'll dump me

for not sleeping with him.

I just don't know

if "better" exists anymore.

Wow.

- I just said that, didn't I?

- No, it's okay.

When I get done playing,

and you get done

with whatever you have to do,

you wanna hang out?

Look, you seem like

a really nice guy.

- A nice... Ow. That hurts.

- Heh.

Look, it's only that

I just met you.

Right.

I don't even like him,

but it still kind of kills

to see him with her.

Well, I'd hate to see you die.

Sorry.

- Uh, good luck, Jed.

- Thank you.

"I'd hate to see you die"?

Thank you, everyone.

You're in for

a real treat tonight.

Give a warm round of applause

for Louisville's Jed King.

Nice banjo, Jed.

Kentucky.

Ha, ha. Right?

Let me cut right

To the chase

Rose

When I see your beautiful face

I can't help but ask myself

Why?

And if I didn't need

This gig

I swear I'd flip my lid

And already Eddie

Would be nursing a black eye

- Ha-ha-ha.

- Oh, yeah?

- Ha-ha-ha.

- It seems like such a waste

To let him in the way

Of what you and I might have

- One day

- Ha-ha-ha.

I don't want to quit you

Baby

I ain't gonna split you

Baby

Whoo!

I'd rather give you up

Than watch you die

I don't want to

Yeah, I know loss hurts

More than a little

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