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.; 