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.
