A Tree, A Rock and a Cloud - Aim

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