Letra de Working

I don't mind working
I'd rather be on hills of sand
But then I would get thirsty to fill a need
I leave my friends
For always being the kind of man
I try and love those kinds of hands
And hope tonight stick to my plan
And never bleed for names I've ran
But if you tried to love a simple thing
Have you tried to love the simple thing
And try to grow
Sometime I get bigger
Sometime