Stringman Lyrics

Stringman

You can say the soul is gone
And the feeling is just not there
Not like it
was so long ago.

On the empty page before you
You can fill in what
you care
Try to make it new before you go.

Take the simple case of
the serge
Who can't go back to war
'Cause the hippies tore down
everything that he was fighting for.

Or the lovers on the
blankets
That the city turned to whores
With memories of green kissed by
the sun.

You can say the soul is gone
And close another door
Just
be sure that yours is not the one.

And I'm singing for the
stringman
Who lately lost his wife
There is no dearer friend of
mine
That I know in this life.

On his shoulder rests a violin
For
his head where chaos reigns
But his heart can't find a simple way
To live
with all those things.

All those things
He's a stringman
A
stringman
All those strings to pull