think sting loves stuff like that but given a choice Bruce would rather be in a little bar with a guitar - which would actually do sting an immense amount of good.
we'll be riding the train without you tonight
the train that keeps on movin'
Its black smoke scorching the evening sky
a millions stars shining above us like every soul livin' and dead
has been gathered together by a God to sing a hymn over your bones
sun down sun down
empty are the fairgrounds
where are you now handsome Billy?