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