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. |
