Tomorrow We'll See - Sting, Royal Philharmonic Concert Orchestra, Steven Mercurio

The streets are wet

The lights have yet

To shed their tawdry lustre on the scene

My skirt’s too short

My tights have run

These new heels are killing me My second pack of cigarettes

It’s a slow night but there’s time yet

Here comes john from his other life

He may be driving to his wife

But he’ll slow down take a look

I’ve learned to read them just like books

And it’s already half past ten

But they’ll be back again

Headlights in the rainy street

I check, make sure it’s not the heat

I wink, I smile, I wave my hand

He stops and seems to understand

The small transaction we must make

I tell him that my heart will break

If he’s not a generous man

I step into his van

The say the first is the hardest trick

After that it’s just a matter of logic

They have the money I have the time

Being pretty’s my only crime

You ask what future do I see

I say it’s really up to me

I don’t need forgiving

I’m just making a living

Don’t judge me You could be me in another life

In another set of circumstances

Don’t judge me One more night I’ll just have to take my chances

And tomorrow we’ll see

A friend of mine he wound up dead

His dress was stained the colour red