when i start to worry when i do everything wrong
when i weep a little cry because i haven't heard from you 
for long
i am doing what i ought to fighting to belong
slower than the rest but never out of line the cause will 
make me strong

the many aces you've got up your sleeve
all too much for me to handle
and to me it seems like make believe
and glory hallelujah when you walk the night

hope and faith and sometimes superstition leads me on
through all kinds of weather hope that you will think of 
me when i am gone
often come to stop myself when i have just begun
i was born in scandinavia but i am powered by the sun

i had a feeling you would turn to me
hoping that i'd understand you
from what i know and from what i see
i'm thinking as i walk into the light

the many aces you've got up your sleeve
all too much for me to handle
and to me it seems like make believe
and glory hallelujah when you walk the night