Bird On The 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?   

 

Oh like a bird on the wire,  

like a drunk in a midnight choir  

I have tried in my way to be free.