The afternoon has gently passed me by

The evening spreads its sail against the sky

Waiting for tomorrow

It's just another day

God bid yesterday goodbye



Bring on the night

I couldn't spend another hour of daylight

Bring on the night

I couldn't stand another hour of daylight



The future is but a question mark

Hangs above my head there in the dark

Can't see for the brightness

Is staring me blind

God bid yesterday goodbye



Bring on the night

I couldn't spend another hour of daylight

Bring on the night

I couldn't stand another hour of daylight



Bring on the night

I couldn't spend another hour of daylight

Bring on the night

I couldn't stand another hour of daylight



Bring on the night



Turn on my V.C.R.

Same one I've had for years

James Brown on the Tammy show

Same tape I've had for years

I sit in my old car

Same one I've had for years

Old battery's running down

It ran for years and years



Turn on the radio

The static hurts my ears

Tell me where would I go

I ain't been out in years

Turn on the stereo

It's played for years and years

An Otis Redding song

It's all I own



When the world is running down

You make the best of what's still around

When the world is running down

You make the best of what's still around



When I feel lonely here

Don't waste my time with tears

I run 'Deep Throat' again

It ran for years and years

Don't like the food I eat

The cans are running out

Same food for years and years

I hate the food I eat



When the world is running down

You make the best of what's still around

When the world is running down

You make the best of what's still around



When the world is running down, down, down

You make the best of what's still around, yeah

When the world is running down, down, down

You make the best of what's still around, yeah



We five black guys that don't take the time

This is the way we break down the line

His name is not called with the most finesse

'Cause he can do it really good, he can do it the best

Playin' up with Darryl Jones is on the bass

Playin' funky-funky grooves all over the place

Playin' Omar Hakim all nice and neat

He can hang it down with the funky-funky beat

Dolette M. and Janice P.

Playin' background vocals for you and me

Playin' everybody's got to get goin' with the thing

For the man for the night

It's Sting, it's Sting!

Wave your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

They be gettin' down with Sting sounds

Everybody say oh-yeah (oh-yeah)

Oh-yeah (oh-yeah), oh-yeah (oh-yeah)

Oh-yeah (oh-yeah), oh-yeah (oh-yeah)

You don't stop!

Say it, one for the money, two for The Police,

Come on everybody let's rock this place.

Put your hands together, y'all

Let's break: that's Sting!

Hit it!



Turn on my V.C.R.

Same one I've had for years

James Brown on the Tammy show

Same tape I've had for years

I sit in my old car

Same one I've had for years

Old battery's running down

It ran for years and years



Turn on the radio

The static hurts my ears

Tell me where would I go

I ain't been out in years

Turn on the stereo

It's played for years and years

An Otis Redding song

It's all I own



When the world is running down

You make the best of what's still around

When the world is running down

You make the best of what's still around



When the world is running down

You make the best of what's still around

When the world is running down

You make the best of what's still around

Writer : STING
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing