Sing

I don't have the perfect voice And I never really learned to play But I can find a chord or two Maybe something true to say And if I arrange this melody and this harmony in such a way Maybe you would hear the words and my song could sing out anyway Cos there's no kind of living If your little soul don't sing It's all just existing If it don't get to say a thing You've got to learn how to listen To the poetry it brings No there's no kind of living If your little soul don't sing I don't have too many friends My followers are very few Guess I'm just the awkward type Don't come out how I want it to But if I can take my tied up tongue Turn it into something sung Maybe I could find some truth And leave it in a song for you Cos there's no kind of living If your little soul don't sing It's all just existing If it don't get to say a thing You've got to learn how to listen To the poetry it brings No there's no kind of living If your little soul don't sing Sing Sing Sing Sing Sing Sing Sing Sing