You can say the soul is gone
And the feelin's 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 sarge
Who wouldn't go back to war
Or the lovers on the blankets
The city turned to whores
'Cause the hippies tore down everything that he was fightin' for You can say the soul is gone
And close another door
With memories of green kissed by the sun
Just be sure that yours is not the one
And I'm singin' for the stringman Who lately lost his wife
There is no dearer friend of mine
That I know in this life
On his shoulders 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.
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