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.