Like a bird on the wireLike a trunk in a midnight choirI have tried in my way to be freeLike a worm on a hookLike a knife from some old fashioned bookI have saved all my ribbons for theeIf I, if I have been unkindI hope you can just let it go byIf I, if I have been untrueI hope you know it was never to youLike a baby stillbornLike a beast with its hornI have torn everyone who reached out for meBut I swear by this songAnd by all that I have done wrongI will make it all up to theeI saw the girl leaning on his wooden clutchHe said to meYou must not ask for so muchAnd a pretty woman leaning in her darkened doorShe cried to meHey, why not ask for moreLike a bird on the wireLike a trunk in a midnight choirI have tried in my way to be freeTo be freeTo be freeTo be freeTo be freeTo be freeTo be freeOh freeFreeyou