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