Written 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 Could It Be?'

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

If There's One Guy, Just One Guy

Who'd Lay Down His Life For You And Die

It's Hard 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 Defence

And The Jury's Out

And Your Eyes Search The Room

And One Friendly Face Is All You Need To See

If There's One Guy, Just One Guy

Who'd Lay Down His Life For You And Die

It's Hard To Say It

I Hate To Say It

But It's Probably Me



I Hate To Say It

I Hate To Say

But It's Probably Me

I Hate To Say It

I Hate To Say

But It's Probably Me

I Hate To Say It

I Hate To Say

But It's Probably Me