by Sting, Michael Kamen and Eric Clapton
If the night turned cold and the stars looked down
And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground.
You wake the morning in a stranger`s coat,
No one would you see.
You ask yourself, who`d watch for me?
My only friend, who could it be?
It`s hard to say it, I hate to say it, but it`s probably me.
When your belly`s empty and the hunger`s so real
And you`re too proud to beg and too dumb to steal,
You search the city for your only friend,
No one would you see.
You ask yourself, who`d watch for me?
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free.
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it`s probably me.
You`re not the easiest person I ever got to know
And it`s hard for us both to let our feelings show.
Some would say I should let you go your way,
You`ll only make me cry.
But if there`s one guy, just one guy
Who`d lay down his life for you and die,
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it`s probably me.
When the world`s gone crazy and it makes no sense
And there`s only one voice that comes to your defense.
The jury`s out and your eyes search the room
And one friendly face is all you need to see.
And if there`s one guy, just one guy
Who`d lay down his life for you and die,
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it`s probably me.
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it`s probably me...