Old Violin - George Strait

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 feeling, 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 feeling would just go away

I guess it’s 'cause the truth is the hardest thing I’ve ever faced

'Cause you just can’t change the truth in the slightest way

I tried

So I asked myself

I said, «George, where do you go from here?»

Then like a fool, I turned around and I looked in the mirror

And there, I was seeing an old violin

Soon to be put away and never played again

So one more time, just to be sure

I said, «Now, Troubadour, where in the hell do you go from here?»

And you know, there wasn’t a nickel’s worth of difference

When I looked into the mirror

'Cause there, I was seeing an old violin

Soon to be put away and never played again

And just like that, it hit me

Why that old violin and I, we’re just alike

We give our all to music, and soon we’ll give our life

Precious memories, how they linger, ooh