Texty: Isobel Campbell. Thursday`s Child.

Twenty five years living in a fantasy
Twenty five years, better choose reality
Took a trip searchin' in your house of fun
Couldn't go there with almost anyone

Thursday's child, far to go
Thursday's child, far to go
Thursday's child, no regrets
Thursday's child, won't forget

Bought a ticket, waltzed on the ferris wheel
Take this longing and make it something real
Until then she will be a slave to trust
Before it's ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Thursday's child, far to go
Thursday's child, far to go
Thursday's child, no regrets
Thursday's child, won't forget

Thursday's child, far to go
Thursday's child, far to go
Thursday's child, no regrets
Thursday's child, won't forget

Thursday's child, far to go
Thursday's child, far to go
Thursday's child, no regrets
Thursday's child, won't forget