All night and all day, just chippin' away

It's all in a day's work;

Tryin' hard to defend

the time that I spend alone

The ground that you lose exploiting

the blues

Won't get the job done;

Still, as deep as it bites,

I'm keepin' my sights on you



Whatcha gonna for me

What are you gonna do for me

Whatcha gonna do for me, when

the chips are down



In the cool of the night, when

nothing seems right

The feeling can take you;

Strange as it seems,

you make your own dreams

come true

If you try to conceal the way

that you feel

You're askin' for trouble;

Just as sure as you'll cry,

I'm keepin' my eye on you



You don't have to tell me I'm

to blame for this

The thing you hold against me,

Is the thing that I miss