Were you drifting on a strange tide?
Collecting visions from the other side?
Caught between day and night,
You were stealing moments, past hours of your life,
And balancing on the edge of a knife.
Memories of once longer days,
They keep on flooding back.
The adventurous times when we traveled life's road,
But we were often blind,
But with a lot more heart,
And for each other.
Taking the time,
On a wing and a prayer,
A wounded bird in the hand.
With the eyes of a child,
Come to understand.
I will open the book,
Raise the pen,
Let it reinvent my life again.
Take me from where I am,
As a freed bird flies from the hand,
To ascend, to ascend.
Were you catching the last train to nowhere?
Playing out scenes of dark desert days?
Put it behind you now,
Call out those bleak shadows from your mind,
And never again slip through the cracks.
Memories of once longer days,
They keep on flooding back.
The adventurous times when we traveled life's road,
But we were often blind,
But with a lot more heart,
And for each other.
Taking the time,
On a wing and a prayer,
A wounded bird in the hand.
With the eyes of a child,
Come to understand.
I will open the book,
Raise the pen,
Let it reinvent my life again.
Take me from where I am,
As a freed bird flies from the hand,
To ascend, to ascend.
On a wing and a prayer,
A wounded bird in the hand.
With the eyes of a child,
Come to understand.
I will open the book,
Raise the pen,
Let it reinvent my life again.
Take me from where I am,
As a freed bird flies from the hand,
To ascend, to ascend.