Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my own way to be free

Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from an old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons just for you

And if I have been unkind
I hope that you will let it go right on by
And if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was not to you

Like a baby, still born
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me

But I swear by this old song
By all, all I've done wrong
I will make it, I make it all up, all up to you, yes I will

I saw a beggar man, oh, leaning on his crutch
And he said to me, "Oh, you must not ask for so much"
And a pretty woman leaning in the door
She cried out to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my own way to be free, oh

Oh, I have tried in my own way to be free, to be free