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,