Old Violin

Well, I can't recall, one time in my life,

I've felt as lonely as I do tonight.

I feel like I could lay down, and get up no more,

It's the damndest feelin'; I never felt it before.

Tonight I feel like an old violin,

Soon to be put away and never played again.

Don't ask me why I feel like this, hell, I can't say.

I only wish this feelin' would just go away.

I guess it's 'cos the truth,

Is the hardest thing I ever faced.

'Cos you can't change the truth,

In the slightest way. I tried.

So I asked myself,

I said: 'John, where'd you go from here?'

Then like a damned fool,

I turned around and looked in the mirror.

And there I saw, an old violin.

Soon to be put away and never played again.

So one more time, just to be sure,

I said: 'John, where in the hell do you go from here?'

You know that when a nickel's worth of difference,

And I looked in the mirror, that's when I knew.

That there I was seein', an old violin.

Soon to be put away, and never played again.

And just like that, it hit me,

That old violin and I were just alike.

We'd give our all to music,

And soon, we'd give our life.