AND TOMORROW WE’LL SEE (STING)
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
No next of kin no fixed abode
Another victim on this road
The police just carted him away
But someone took his place next day
He was home by thanksgiving
But not with the 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 no it’s just not in my plan
For someone to care who I am
.
I’m walking the streets for money
It’s the business of love, ‘hey honey’
C’mon, don’t leave me lonely, don’t leave me sad
It’ll be the sweetest five minutes you ever had
.
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
mmm, sad and well written.
justrose
anonymous rowhouse
I have a feeling Sting write it himself; but I am not sure really. But yes, amazing lyrics; Sting has an impeccable choice for sure.
This is profound satire about the frailty of the human psyche, it is less about the homo sapiens in the short skirt, run tights and heels that are killing them, it is more about each one of us being hypocrites about who we really are, making a daily effort to escape the templates that are preconceived by society and each one of us is expected to comply, fitzgerald’s assertion that before one judges, one ought to remember that common decency is not parceled out equally at birth! Have fun, it is philosophy propagated as art.