A Pair o' Lone Fiddles

(And Yes: I am fully aware that you cannot have a pair of lone anythings. It's poetic. Let 'er rip.)

A Pair o' Lone Fiddles
So here we sit
Just You and I
A Pair of Lone Fiddles makin’ song
We got no words
The tune’s a game
You start and I play along.

Now we been separate
A plenty long time
Of that there ain’t no doubt
Yet here we are
A Pair of Lone Fiddles
Playin’ our miseries out.

A job where being
Too good stinks
Like a candle burnin’ too bright
And a special old gig
That in half an hour
Feels a waste o’ half the night.

The thing about us
(Here I mean you and me)
is we can both play alone
but thing of a pair is
what I’m hopin’ you’ll see
it makes it a whole nicer goin’.

When the strings have been set
And the bows are in swing
Skippin’ up the arm and down
I gotta confess
(Between you and me)
It’s harder to wear this frown.

A Pair of lone fiddles
What we’ve got, you n’ I
Is a song that beats on truth
When we’re both playing
There’s just one song
And I don’t need more proof

The notes we’re playin’
When mad or in joy
They sound real good either way
Where the song goes next
I don’t rightly know
But I’m glad all the same we can play.