Like a bird on the wire,

Like a drunk in a midnight choir

I have tried in my way to be free.

Like a worm on a hook,

Like a knight 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.



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 ask 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.




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