sweet music man

i wouldn't listen and i couldn't see

and 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 man

but you surround yourself

with 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. then you changed the words and added harmony

and you sang the song you had written for me

to someone new. but nobody sings a love song quite like you do

and nobody else could make me sing along

and nobody else could 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 'em to. and you try to stay young

but the songs you've sung to so many people

they've all begun to come back on you. so sing your song 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

but you're keep on looking for one last fan

to sing 'em to. but nobody sings. so sing your song sweet music man

i believe in you.