Из альбома: The Lady's Not for Sale
Like a bird on the 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 some 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 horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all all I have done wrong
I will make it all up all up to you
I saw a beggar man 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 after me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my own way to be free.
Oh, I have tried in my own way to be free
To be free