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