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