Text: Mission Uk. Children. A Wing and A Prayer.

Gypsy in my blood
And I lie where the myth is sold
Cross my palm with silver
And I'll give you my heart of gold

Steal away my crystal ball
And bring me in from the cold
And it's fair to say there's no comfort here
No hands to hold and treasure dear

You could very well be
The very death of me
Crawling 'round your floor
On my hands and knees

All caution to the wind
Taken by the breeze
No grave concern for repercussion
No room for talk or brave discussion

Well, I never
But the Devil may care
I'm coming in
On a wing and a prayer

Snowbound daze
Leaves me high and dry
And I swear there's more to me
Than meets your hollow eyes

Throw me a line, I'm sinking fast
I'm not yet willing to die
My secret's safe with you, I trust
Show me faith and give me dust

Well, I never
But the Devil may care
I'm coming in
On a wing and a prayer

The Devil always fools
With the best laid plans
And never can I meet
With all your choice demands

It goes against the grain
To place my life in your hands
Once and for all, never again
I'll take the flak if you'll take the blame

Well, I never
But the Devil may care
I'm coming in
On a wing and a prayer

Well, I never
But the Devil may care
I'm coming in
On a wing and a prayer