Working on It - Chris Rea

how I’d love it girl

just you and me Take the day and fly.

But oh this job it’s got the best of me Tell you why

tell you why:

Somebody above is in a desperate state

Some kind of urgency

the kind that won’t wait.

I say: Tomorrow.

He say: today.

And the man in my head

well

he tell me: No way.

— Keep working.

I got eight little fingers and only two thumbs

Will you leave me in peace while I get the job done?

Can’t you see i’m working?

Oh oh

I’m working on it oh

oh