(Julia Fordham)      It is what it is what it is what it is what it is   And that would be that    And I give and I give and I give and I give and I give   And I want some back      Where do I sign?   Where do I go?   Did I miss a page?   I don't know      Sifting through the sand for sugar   Digging deep like a wise old Buddha   No more I really wish I shoulda   Sifting through the sand for sugar      It's the same old the same old the same old the same old the same old    The same old story   And I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know    I don't know what's come over me      Holding my breath   Staying afloat   Thought I had it made   But I don't      Sifting through the sand for sugar   Digging deep like a wise old Buddha   No more I really wish I woulda   Sifting through the sand for sugar      Slipping through my fingers   So sweet to hold   Sifting sifting sifting sifting   For grains of gold      Sugar   Gotta find me some gold   Gotta fine me someone to hold