Lyrics:

1977

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
Your 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'd 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,
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 sung
To so many people have all begun to come back on you

So sing your song sad music man,
Your making a living doing one night stands
that do for you. They don't need you.
Your 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 when they're wrong with a song,
Nobody sings a love song quite like you.

So, sing your song sad music man,
I believe in you.