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, Well I hope that you can just let it go by. And if I, if I have been untrue Well 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, Well he said to me, "You must not ask for so much." And a pretty woman standing by her darkened door, She said to me, "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