I wouldn't listen when I couldn't seeAnd all I've left now are words you sing to meSing a song, sweet music manCause I won't be there to hold your hand like I used toI'm through with youYou're a hell of a singer and a powerful manBut you surround yourself with people who demandSoliloquyI love youYou touched my soul with your beautiful songYou even had me singing along right with youYou said I need youThen you changed the words and added harmonyAnd you sang the songYou said I need youYou had written for me to someone newBut 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 wrongNobody sings a love song quite like you doSing your song, sweet music manSing your song, sweet music manSing your song, sweet music manYou travel the world with a six-piece bandThat does for youWhat you ask and doAnd you try to stay youngBut the song's a songTo so many people who've owned youBegun to come back under youSo sing your songs sad music manYou're making your living doing one night standsThey're through with youThey don't need youThey don't need youYou're still a hell of a singer but a broken manBut you keep on looking for one last thing to sing toBut 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 they're wrong with a songNobody sings a love song quite like youSo sing your songs sweet music manI believe in youI believe in you