Bird On A Wire — Stina Nordenstam

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 have been unkind,

Please just let it go by.

If I have been untrue

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.

It was never to you

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.