[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