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 choirhave tried in my way to be free.