Tom: F
F
You can say the soul is gone
Dm/G
And the feelings just not there
Bb C F C Bb C
Not like it was so long ago
F
On the empty page before you
Dm/G
You can fill in what you care
Bb C F C Bb C
Try to make it good before you go
Take the simple case of the sarge
Who wouldn't go back to war
Because the hippies tore down every -
Thing that he was fighting for
Or the lovers on the blanket
The city turned to whores
With memories of green kissed by the sun
You can say the soul is gone
And close another page
Just be sure that yours is not the one
F C Bb C
Bb F
And I'm singing for the stringman
Bb F
Who lately lost his wife
Bb Dm
There is no dearer friend of mine
C F
That I know in this life
On his shoulder is a violin
For his head where chaos reigns
But his heart can't find a simple way
To live with all those things
F C Bb C
All those things
F C Bb C
He's a stringman
F C Bb C
A stringman
F C Bb C
F
All those strings to pull
