Other songs on this album

If I Ever Lose
My Faith In You

Love is Stronger
Than Justice

Fields of Gold

Heavy Cloud
No Rain

She's Too Good
for Me

Seven Days

Saint Augustine
in Hell

It's Probably Me

Everybody
Laughed But You

Shape of My Heart

Something
the Boy Said

Nothing 'Bout Me

Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me)
[Written by Sting]

Lay my head on the surgeon's table
Take my fingerprints if you are able
Pick my brains, pick my pockets
Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets
Run every kind of test from A to Z
And you'll still know nothing 'bout me

Run my name though your computer
Mention me in passing to your college tutor
Check my records, check my facts
Check if I paid my income tax
Pore over everything in my C.V.
But you'll still know nothing 'bout me
You'll still know nothing 'bout me

You don't need to read no books on my history
I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery
In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove
At times like this,
A lonely man like me needs love

Search my house with a fine tooth comb
Turn over everything 'cause I won't be at home
Set up your microscope
And tell me what you see
You'll still know nothing 'bout me