Bird On the Wire (Live At The Fillmore East/1970)

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, saved all my ribbons just for thee If I, if I have been unkind I hope that you can just let it go by And if I, if I have been untrue Well 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, swear by this song I swear all that I have done wrong I will make, I will make it all up to thee I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch He said to me, "Don't ask for so much." And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door She cried to me, "Why not ask for more?" Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free And I'm trying Oh, I'm trying I know I'm trying Oh, I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying Yes, I'm trying Oh, I'm trying Oh, I'm in my way To be free I'm trying to be free