Bird on a Wire

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 And if I, if I have been unkind I hope that you let it go by And if I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never for you Like a baby, stillborn Like Africa, without any hope It's time that we make this up to you And I swear that we're wrong We're good people, we have done wrong And it's time that we make this up to you I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch He said to me, "don't we ask for so much?" And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door She said to me, "We should ask for more" And I swear by this song We're good people and we have done wrong And Africa, well it's time we make this up to you