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.