Thursday’s Child - David Bowie

All of my life I’ve tried so hard

Doing my best with what I have

Nothing much happened all the same

Something about me stood apart

A whisper of hope that seemed to fail

Maybe I’m born right out of my time

Breaking my life in two

Throw me tomorrow

Now that I’ve really got a chance

Throw me tomorrow

Everything’s falling into place

Throw me tomorrow

Seeing my past to let it go

Throw me tomorrow

Only for you I don’t regret

That I was Thursday’s child

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was

Thirsday’s child

Sometimes I cried my heart to sleep

Shuffling days and lonesome nights

Sometimes my courage fell to my feet

Lucky old sun is in my sky

Nothing prepared me for your smile

Lighting the darkness of my soul

Innocence in your arms

Monday’s child is full of grace

Tuesday’s child is fair of face

Wednesday’s child has far to go

Thursday’s child is filled with woe

Friday’s child has to work for a living

Saturday’s child is loving and giving

And Sunday’s child is the gentliest heart

And those kids never part