Sing your 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 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 you
Then you changed the words and added harmony
And you sang the song you had written for
To someone new

Nobody sings a love song quite like you do
Nobody else can make me sing along
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
You travel the world with your six-piece band
That does for you
What you ask them to
You try to stay young
But the songs you've sung to so many people
They've all begun to come back on you

Sing your song sad music man
Your making your living doing one night stands
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 one last fan
To sing to