Tonight the role of violin will be played by Bobby Joe,
to an audience of bottles who stand and beg for more
Pour a stream of lonely wine, rest your bones, take your time
To wrestle off the armor the world wants you to wear

The echoes of the bar disperse, you cry a hazy second verse
The wind wakes up a willow tree in the dark of night
Bobby Joe, get out your bow, dismiss your demons, let them go
Heaven knows sometimes you just can't win
Bobby Joe, play the violin

The strings are stretched in perfect tune, tonight you're feeling every wound
A melody of sorrow leaps up to the light
You just retraced your steps again, you start and falter, rise and bend
No one ever really knows what's inside your heart

The echoes of the bar disperse, you cry a hazy second verse
The wind wakes up a willow tree out in the dark of night
Bobby Joe, such self control will leave a poison, take a toll
Heaven knows your will is wearing thin
Bobby Joe, play the violin


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