David Bowie – Thursday’s Child

All of my life I’ve tried so hard

Doing my best with what I had

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

[CHORUS]

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

Monday Tuesday Wednesday born I was

Thursday’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

The title of David Bowie’s song is a reference to an old nursery rhyme about the days of the week. Do you know it?

Monday’s child is fair of face,

Tuesday’s child is full of grace;

Wednesday’s child is full of woe,

Thursday’s child has far to go;

Friday’s child is loving and giving,

Saturday’s child works hard for its living;

But the child that is born on the Sabbath day

Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.