Bird on a 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?” 

Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir 
I have tried in my way to be free