sing a song sweet music man 'cause I won't be there to hold your hand like I used to I'm through with you you're a hell of a singer and fowerful man but you surround yourself with people who demand so little of you you touched my soul with your beautiful song you ever had me singing along right with you you said I need you 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 can make me sing along and nobody else 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 and travel the world with a six-piece band that does for you what you ask him to and you try to stay young but the song's just sung to so many people we've begun become back on you sing your song sad music man you're making your living doing one night stands 'cause they're through with 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 fan to sing to but nobody sings a love song quite like you do and nobody else can make me sing along and nobody else can make me feel that things are right they're wrong with song nobody sings a love song quite like you sing your song sweet music man I believe in you