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