Neil Young Stringman lyrics

You can say the soul is gone and feeling'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
'Cause the hippies tore down
Everything that he was fighting for

Or the lovers on the blankets, 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