BIRD ON THE WIRE

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!