Rita Coolidge Bird On The Wire
Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my own way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from one old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons just for you
And if I have been unkind
I hope that you will let it go by
And if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was not to you
Like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horns
I have torn everyone
Who reached out for me
But I swear by this own song
By all, all I have done wrong
I won make it, make it all up to you
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
And he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cry out to me "Why not ask for more?"
Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my own way to be free
I have tried in my own way to be free
To be free
