Music: Barry Manilow

Lyrics: Enoch Anderson



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He never wrote a song for Linda

He wrote as though he lived alone

He wrote of dreams that end

And of sad brave men

Inventing worlds he'd never known



But he never wrote a song for Linda

And she was right there all along

Loved him back to life

When his luck ran low

But he never wrote a Linda song



He nearly broke his heart at writing

Linda kept him from despair

Standin' by his side

through the hungry days

But he hardly seemed to see her there



And he never wrote a song for Linda

And she was right there all along

The one real thing in his crazy world

And he never wrote a Linda song.



When the bills piled up

He couldn't pay

He couldn't dream no more

So he hitched a ride and he rode away

And he left a note for Linda by the door

By the door



When times got rough he'd phone her

Once or twice she took the call

Then she changed her number and she turned her head

And Linda never looked back at all



He'll never write a song for Linda

And she was right there all along

All he knows is no one understands

And he never wrote a Linda song

No he never wrote a Linda song