like a bird on a wire like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to
be free like a fish on a hook like a night in some old-fashioned book I have
saved all my ribbons for thee and if I if I have been unkind I just hope you
will let it go by and 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 to me but I swear by the song and by all that I have done wrong I'll make
it all up to thee I saw a young man leaning on his wooden crutch he called out to me
don't ask for so much and a young woman leaning in her darkened door she cried out to me
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