Sting - Stolen Car

Stolen Car - Studio Version Late at night in summer heat. Expensive car, empty street There’s a wire in my jacket. This is my trade It only takes a moment, don’t be afraid I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star I’m just a poor boy in a rich man’s car So I whisper to the engine, flick on the lights And we drive into the night Oh the smell of the leather always excited my imagination And I picture myself in this different situation I’m a company director, two kids and a wife I get the feeling that there’s more to this one’s life There’s some kind of complication, he tells her he’s alone Spends the night with his lover, there’s a trace of her cologne And the words of his mistress, as she whispers them so near Start ringing in my ear Please take me dancing tonight I’ve been all on my own You promised one day we could, it’s what you said on the phone I’m just a prison