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