You wouldn't listen, you couldn't seeAll you have left now are words you sang to meSing your song, sweet music manI won't be there to hold your hand like I used to doI'm through with youYou're a hell of a singer and a powerful manBut you surround yourself with people who demandSo much love, so much love, so much loveSo little of youYou touched my soul with your beautiful songsYou even had me singing along right with youYou said I need youThen you changed the words out of harmonyAnd you sang a song you'd written for meTo someone newBut nobody sings a love song quite like you doNobody else can make me sing alongBut you sang a song you'd written for meNobody else can make me sing alongNobody else can make me sing alongNobody else can make me sing alongcan make me feelthat things are rightwhen I know they're wrongnobody sings a love songquite like yousing your songsweet music manyou travel the worldwith a six piece bandthat does for youwhat you ask them toand you try to stay youngbut the songs you singso many peoplewho have now begunto come back on yousing your songsad music mansweet music mansweet music manyou're making your livingdoing one night standsthat prove to youthey don't need youyou're still a hell of a singerbut a broken manyou keep on lookingfor one last bandto sing your tuneand nobody singsa love songquite like you donobody elsecan make me singgonenobody elsecan make me feelthat things are rightwhen I know they're wrongnobody singsa love songquite like youto sing your songsweet music manI believein youI believe in youI believe in youI believe in you