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.
And if I, if I've been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
And if I, if I've 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've done wrong
I will try to make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
And he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried 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.
I have tried in my way to be free.
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.
And if I, if I've been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
And if I, if I've 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've done wrong
I will try to make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
And he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried 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.
I have tried in my way to be free.