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 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