Lyrics Whatcha Gonna Do for Me - Average White Band

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 do for me
What are you gonna do for me
Whatcha gonna do for me
When the chips are down, when the chips are down
In the cool of the night
When nothing seems right
The feeling can take you
Just as strange as it seems
You make your own dreams
Come true
If you try to conceal the way
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 very thing that I miss