[Verse] Underneath the old elm tree, strings start to cry, Fiddle hums a lonely tune, cutting through the sky. Echoes drift like whispered tales, stirring up the dust, Notes like shadows weaving through the rust. [Pre-Chorus] Hearts are holding secrets tight, But the music breaks the night. [Chorus] Oh, that fiddle, it’s trouble on the breeze, Sorrow spinning through the leaves, Calling out what we can’t say, Turning quiet into gray, Oh, that fiddle, like a ghost we can’t chase, Waking memories we can't face. [Verse] Laughter fades to silent thin, when the song begins, Broken threads of old regret unravel, soft and thin. Chains of smiles start to slip with every note that flies, Truths we bury deep now rise. [Pre-Chorus] Hearts are holding secrets tight, But the music breaks the night. [Chorus] Oh, that fiddle, it’s trouble on the breeze, Sorrow spinning through the leaves, Calling out what we can’t say, Turning quiet into gray, Oh, that fiddle, like a ghost we can’t chase, Waking memories we can't face. [Bridge] Underneath a sunlit sky, we try to keep the peace, But the bow strikes like a whisper, bidding pain release. Softly now, the truth unfolds, a tale too sharp to mend, Two voices blend, the tune won’t end. [Chorus] Oh, that fiddle, it’s trouble on the breeze, Sorrow spinning through the leaves, Calling out what we can’t say, Turning quiet into gray, Oh, that fiddle, like a ghost we can’t chase, Waking memories we can't face. [Outro] Fiddle fades in twilight's hush, Leaving hearts an aching hush.