High in the cascade mountains

On a green rainy windy ridge

Waiting uptight at the toll gate

Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge

In the glittering Hollywood midnight

Full of nowhere millionaires

What would I have done without my lady there

Cold shifty eyes and french fries

I'm stuck in a tourist trap

Stand alone at the gas pump

In a town that ain't on the map

In the space race faces of Houston

Which looked out of work and scared

What would I have done without my lady there

We stood at the window overlooking the city

Of nightmares and cried

And we wondered how anyone desperate for money

Could live such a life

The on-ramps and off-ramps and staggering street tramps

And legions of the damned

Scared sister and brother hang onto each other

The computers are jammed

Business in New York City

High in a cold hotel

I wonder if there's a heaven

I've already been sent to Hell

It might be alright to live there

Visiting is just nowhere

And what would I have done without my lady there

What would I have done without my lady there