Like a bird on the wire,

Like a [bad word] in a midnight choir

I have tried in my way to be free.

Like a worm on a hook,

Like a knight from some old fashioned book

I have saved all my ribbons for thee.

If i, if I have been unkind,

I hope that you can just let it go by.

If i, if I have been [bad word] 

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 [bad word] 

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? "

Oh like a bird on the wire,

Like a [bad word] in a midnight choirhave tried in my way to be free.