Sting & Eric Clapton - It's Probably Me
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, ...