When I work all day Just the way I like it Sing a song with a subtle hand When I need to spike it And I'm living all right And I'm doing ok Had a lover who was made of sand And the wind blew him away But I've got a good idea. Don't need to be right Don't need to be wrong Been torn with a subtle hand That's why I sing this song It's a rolling ride, oh yeah That look in your eyes, oh no Hold me with another hand It'll be all right