From her My Grace Is Sufficient series.
Here’s my cover of David Bowie’s song, Word On A Wing. It was supposed to be on my last album, but got nixed for some reason. I didn’t cringe listening to it so I’m not sure what the reason was.
As I’ve said many times, this is the prayer David wrote in the depths of his cocaine addiction in the mid-70s. I am of the belief that this song/prayer saved him from joining all the rest in the 27 Club: Jimi, Jim, Janis, Kurt, and so on.
In this age of grand illusionYou walked into my lifeOut of my dreamsI don’t need another changeStill you forced your wayInto my scheme of things
You say we’re growingGrowing heart and soulIn this age of grand illusionYou walked into my lifeOut of my dreamsSweet name, you’re born once again for meSweet name, you’re born once again for meOh, sweet name, I call you againYou’re born once again for meJust because I believe, don’t mean I don’t think as wellDon’t have to question everythingIn heaven or hell
Lord, I kneel and offer youMy word on a wingAnd I’m trying hard to fit amongYour scheme of things
It’s safer than a strange landBut I still care for myselfAnd I don’t stand in my own lightLord, Lord, MY prayer fliesLike a word on a wingMy prayer fliesLike a word on a wingDoes my prayer fit inWith your scheme of things?
In this age of grand illusionYou walked into my lifeOut of my dreamsSweet name, you’re born once again for meJust as long as I can see, I’ll never stop this vision flowingI look twice and you’re still flowingJust as long as I can walkI’ll walk beside you, I’m alive in youSweet name, you’re born once again for meAnd I’m ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shapeThe scheme of thingsOoh, ready to shapeThe scheme of thingsOoh, ready to shapeThe scheme of thingsOoh, ready to shapeThe scheme of things
Lord, I kneel and offer youMy word on a wingAnd I’m trying hard to fit amongYour scheme of things
It’s safer than a strange land,But I still care for myselfAnd I don’t stand in my own light
Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, my prayer fliesLike a word on a wingAnd I’m trying hard to fit amongYour scheme of things
It’s safer than a strange land,But I still care for myselfAnd I don’t stand in my own light
Lord, Lord, my prayer fliesLike a word on a wingMy prayer flies like a word on a wingDoes my prayer fit inWith your scheme of things?
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