By leonard cohen

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a fish on a hook,
Like a knight from an old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I have been unkind,
I hope that you could just let it go by
And if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you no, no

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
By all I have done wrong
I?ll make it all up to you yes I will
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
H called out to me, "don?t ask for so much"
And a young man leaning on his darkened door,
He cried out to 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 way to be free