Like a bird on a 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
And if I have been unkind
I hope you can just let it go by
And if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
Like a baby stillborn
Like a beast with his horns
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
A beggar leaning on a wooden crutch
Said to me, You must not ask for so much
And a pretty woman leaning on her darkened door
Cried to me, Hey, why not ask for more?
Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
To be free

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