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 have been unkind, Please just let it go by. If I have been untrue 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.
It was never to you
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.
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