In The Scheme Of Things

Must be an Angel, shinin' down on you
Has to be a reason
For all the things you say and do
You fly by your instinct
Well I wish I could soar with you

In The Scheme Of Things

You never had a hard time
Gettin' anywhere
You always had a sure way
To talk your way out of anything
Situations always change
You adapt to it easily

I can see you want your heaven
In your life time
And I can feel it's all possible
You don't even have to try
You fly by your instincts
Well I wish I could soar with you