[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 4]
I have to go, so sorry
Walking back to the car
And I can hear your sobs
I hate these black tie jobs