text: 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 have tried in my way to be free