For his head where chaos reigns
Everything that he was fighting for
With memories of green kissed by the sun
On the empty page before you, you can fill in what you care
But his heart can't find a simple way
Try to make it new before you go
'Cause the hippies tore down
On his shoulder rests a violin
Just be sure that yours is not the one
Take the simple case of the sarge
To live with all those things
Who lately lost his wife
A stringman
There is no dearer friend of mine
Or the lovers on the blankets, the city turned to whores
That I know in this life
He's a stringman
All those things
And I'm singing for the stringman
You can say the soul is gone, and close another door
Who wouldn't go back to war
