Like a bird on a 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.

And If I, if I have been unkind,
I just hope you will let it go by.
And 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.