You wouldn't listen, you couldn't see
All you have left now are words you sang to me
Sing your song, sweet music man
I won't be there to hold your hand like I used to do
I'm through with you
You're a hell of a singer and a powerful man
But you surround yourself with people who demand
So much love, so much love, so much love
So little of you
You touched my soul with your beautiful songs
You even had me singing along right with you
You said I need you
Then you changed the words out of harmony
And you sang a song you'd written for me
To someone new
But nobody sings a love song quite like you do
Nobody else can make me sing along
But you sang a song you'd written for me
Nobody else can make me sing along
Nobody else can make me sing along
Nobody else can make me sing along
can make me feel
that things are right
when I know they're wrong
nobody sings a love song
quite like you
sing your song
sweet music man
you travel the world
with a six piece band
that does for you
what you ask them to
and you try to stay young
but the songs you sing
so many people
who have now begun
to come back on you
sing your song
sad music man
sweet music man
sweet 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
you keep on looking
for one last band
to sing your tune
and nobody sings
a love song
quite like you do
nobody else
can make me sing
gone
nobody else
can make me feel
that things are right
when I know they're wrong
nobody sings
a love song
quite like you
to sing your song
sweet music man
I believe
in you
I believe in you
I believe in you
I believe in you