‎So sorry for your trouble
Tell me to take a walk
And I would understand
Of course it's good to talk
Here take my handkerchief
No, I don't need it back
Please don't worry

So sorry for your trouble
And I was wondering
And I would understand
If you might have one to hand
If you had a photograph?
Of course I'd bring it back
Please don't worry

And I wonder, if I stay in this
How hard boiled will I become?
As hard boiled as some
My friends in the newsroom
The Colins and Bobs
All done their black tie jobs

I have to go, so sorry
Walking back to the car
And I can hear your sobs
I hate these black tie jobs