Bird on the Wire

Like a bird on the wire
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried, in my way
to be free

like the worm, on a hook
like a night from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee

If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
if I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know, it was never to you

Oh like a baby, stillborn
like a beast, with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
but I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
he said to me, you must not as for so much
and a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
she cried to me, hey why not ask for more

Oh like a bird on the wire
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried, in my way, to be free