[00:01.030]Cover Neil Young
[00:07.250]New York The Bitter End, 06 Oct. 2014
[00:28.310]You can say the soul is gone
[00:33.450]And the feeling is just not there
[00:40.470]Not like it was so long ago.
[00:50.220]On the empty page before you
[00:55.580]You can fill in what you care
[01:02.500]Try to make it new before you go.
[01:17.780]Take the simple case of the sarge
[01:23.450]Who can't go back to war
[01:29.000]'Cause the hippies tore down
[01:31.600]Everything that he was fighting for.
[01:40.200]Or the lovers on the blankets
[01:45.530]And the city turned to whores
[01:51.230]With the silence night of
[01:54.690]Green kissed by the sun.
[02:02.770]You can say the soul is gone
[02:08.520]And close another door
[02:14.750]Just remember that yours is not the one.
[02:24.520]And I'm singing for the stringman
[02:30.270]Who lately lost his wife
[02:35.920]There is no dearer friend of mine
[02:41.530]That I know in this life.
[02:47.030]On his shoulder rests a violin
[02:52.930]For his head where chaos reigns
[02:58.550]But his heart can't find a simple way
[03:04.610]To live with all those things.
[03:13.010]All those things
[03:18.740]He's a stringman