Like a Bird, on a Wire, Like a drunk, in a Midnight Choir. I have trieed - in my way, - to be free, Like a fish on a hook, Like a knight 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 still born, Like a beast with his horn, I have torn every one, Who reached out to me, But I swear, by this song, and By all, that I have done wrong, I'll maake 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 А young woman leaning, In her darkened door, She cried out to me, "Why not ask for more?" (Repeat the first verse)