I like it    I don't like it

Sing your song sweet music man

Cuz 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 -heart- (its suposed to be 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

~Chorus~

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 doin 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 searching for that one last fan

To sing to

~Chorus~