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 I hope you can just let it go by 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 anyone 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, he 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?"
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