Like a bi rd on the wir e, like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tri ed in my way to be free
Like a wo rm on a hoo k, like a knigh t from some old-fashioned book
I have sa ved all my rib bons for thee
If I, if I have been unkin d
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 ?"
Like a bi rd on the wir e, like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tri ed in my way to be free