Lyrics

PASSENGER ON A WINDING ROAD,
NO RAILS TO BREAK YOUR FALL.
CAME OFF HARD, HUNG FROM THE FACE, ONLY AIR BETWEEN YOUR FEET AND GOD. YOU NEVER LIKED THE SEA, STILL YOU TOOK ME THERE, YOU DIDN’T MIND. IT’S A MIRACLE THAT IM HERE AT ALL,

I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD.

THINK HE WAS A BLACK MAN,
RAISED IN A FOUNDLING HOME.
HIS MOTHER CRIED, HE NEVER CARED,
BUT HE DRANK A LOT SO I GUESS HE DID. THEY SAID YOU’D NEVER BEAR,
SO YOU LAID EIGHT MONTHS IN A BED.
IT’S A MIRACLE THAT I’M HERE AT ALL,

I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD.

ON THE DAY THAT I WAS BORN,
FRIENDS ALL GATHERED ROUND,
STARING AT THIS MIRACLE, YOU HAD MADE. IT’S A MIRACLE THAT I'M HERE AT ALL, IT’S A MIRACLE THAT I'M HERE AT ALL,

I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD.

BUT THAT MIRACLE WAS ALL TO YOU,
I GUESS THAT MAKES YOU A MIRACLE TOO.

I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD,
I’M A MIRACLE CHILD, A MIRACLE CHILD.