Lyrics:

In an interview regarding the song, The interviewer asked if it was about being on tour. Sting replied, “No, it’s really about a ventriloquist’s dummy.”
Which, as it happens, really kind of works out well.
I'd invite you back to my place
It's only mine because it holds my suitcase
It looks like home to me alright
But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night

Must I be the man in a suitcase?
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face?
Must I be the man in a suitcase?
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face?

Another key for my collection
For security I race for my connection
Bird in a flying cage you'll never get to know me well
The world's my oyster, my hotel room's a prison cell

Must I be the man in a suitcase?
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face?
Must I be the man in a suitcase?
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face?

I'd invite you back to my place
It's only mine because it holds my suitcase
It looks like home to me alright
But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night

Must I be the man in a suitcase?
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face?
Must I be the man in a suitcase?
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face?

Must I be the man in a suitcase?
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face?
Must I be the man in a suitcase?
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face?