I wouldn't listen and I couldn't seeAnd all I have left now are words you said to me,sing your song sweet music man,cos I won't be there to hold your hand like I used to,I'm thro' with you.You're a hell of a singer and a powerful manbut you surround yourselfwith people who demand so little of you.You touched my soul with your beautiful song,you even had me singing along right with you,you said I need you.Then you changed the words and added harmonyand you sang the song you had written for meto someone new.But nobody sings a love song quite like you doand nobody else could make me sing alongand nobody else could make me feelthat things are right when I know they're wrong(that things are right when you're wrong with the song)nobody sings a love song quite like you.Sing your song sweet music manYou travel the world with a six piece bandthat does for you what you ask em to.And you try to stay youngBut the songs you've sung to so many peoplethey've all begun to come back on you.So sing your song sad music man,you're making your living doing one night stands,that prove to you they don't need you.You're still a hell of a singer but a broken man,but you'll keep on looking for one last fanto sing em to.But nobody sings ...So sing your song sweet music manI believe in you.
