Like a bird on the wire
Like a trunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knife from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope 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 its 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 the girl leaning on his wooden clutch
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 bird on the wire
Like a trunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
To be free
To be free
To be free
To be free
To be free
To be free
Oh free
Free
you