Worn-Out Strings

Dust on the mandolin

It don’t shine

Strings worn thin

They’re past their prime

Where’s the tune

Where’s the fire

Lost somewhere in the wire

Worn-out strings

They don’t sing no more

Worn-out dreams scattered on the floor

Tell me now

Was it all in vain

Or will these strings hum again

Fingers bled

Calloused and torn

Played this heart since the day it was born

Notes broke free

But the echo stayed

Chasing shadows that fade away

Can you feel it

Can you feel it now

The ghost of the sound

It’s screaming loud

Worn-out strings

They don’t sing no more

Worn-out dreams scattered on the floor

Tell me now

Was it all in vain

Or will these strings hum again

I’ll tune them up

I’ll try again

Pull the tension till it bends

Hear that creak

Hear that groan

Every note cuts to the bone