When all the songs are out of tune,
And all the rhythms ring so [bad word] 
When I don't find the words to say
The thoughts I long to bring to you:

When I hear lonely singers
Who are just as lost as me
Making noise, not melody:

You will be my music.
You will be my song:
You will be my music.
I can't wait any longer if I'm wrong.

I'll never find the song to tell me
All the things I need to say.
And I'm afraid as time goes by

That someday soon you'll go away,
And I'll be lost in trying
For songs I'll never sing
Wanting you is ev'rything:

You will be my music.
You will be my song.
You will be my music.
I can't wait any longer if I'm wrong.
I can't wait any longer for my song.