Word On a Wing- David Bowie B E F# B/F# F# B E F# B/F# F#

In this ^Bage of grand illusion you w^Ealked into my life out of my dr^F#eams ^B/F# ^F# I don't n^Beed another change, still you f^Eorced away into my s^F#cheme of things ^B/F# ^F# ^B You say we're growi^Eng, growing^F# heart and soul^B/F# ^F# In this a^Bge of grand illusion you wa^Elked into my life out of ^F#my dreams ^B/F# ^F# S^Bweet name, you're b^Eorn once again for ^F#me ^B/F# ^F# S^Bweet name, you're b^Eorn once again for ^F#me ^B/F# ^F# Oh sw^Beet name, I c^Eall you again, you're b^F#orn once again for ^B/F#me ^F# Just be^Bcause I believe don't mean I d^Eon't think as well Don't h^F#ave to question everything in h^B/F#eaven or h^F#ell L^Dbord, I kneel and ^Dbmaj7offer you my^Bbm word on a wing And I'm t^Frying hard to f^F7it among your sc^Aheme of things ^A7 It's s^Dmafer than a strange land, but I st^Eill care for myself And I d^Con't stand in my own l^Dmight ^D7 ^GLord, ^Dlord, my prayer flies like a w^Aord on a w^Ging ^D My prayer flies like a w^Aord on a w^Ging ^D Does my prayer fit in with y^Aour scheme of th^Gings? In this a^Bge of grand illusion you wa^Elked into my life out ^F#of my dreams ^B/F# ^F# ^BSweet name, you're b^Eorn once again for ^F#me ^B/F# ^F# just as l^Bong as I can see, I'll n^Eever stop this vision flowing ^F#I look twice and you're still flowi^B/F#ng ^F# Just as l^Bong as I can walk, I'll walk besi^Ede you, I'm alive^F# in you ^B/F# ^F# ^BSweet name, you're b^Eorn once again for ^F#me And I'm r^B/F#eady to shape ^F#the scheme of things ^G Ooh, ^E7ready to shape the scheme of things ^G Ooh, ^E7ready to shape the scheme of things ^GOoh, ^E7ready to shape the scheme of things ^GOoh, ^E7ready to shape the scheme of things ^F#Ooh, Ah ^Db Lord, I kneel and offer you my w^Bbmord on a wing And I'm t^Frying hard to fi^F7t among your sc^Aheme of things ^A7 It's s^Dmafer than a strange land, but I s^Etill care for myself And I d^Con't stand in my ^Dmown light ^FOh ^DbLord, lord, my prayer flies like a ^Bbmword on a wing And I'm t^Frying hard to fi^F7t among your sc^Aheme of things ^A7 It's s^Dmafer than a strange land, but I s^Etill care for myself And I d^Con't stand in my ^Dmown light ^D7 ^GLord, ^Dlord, my prayer flies like a w^Aord on a w^Ging ^D My prayer flies like a w^Aord on a w^Ging D A G G A/G Dsus4 D Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?

David Bowie - Word on a wing