Michael Martin Murphey - Without My Lady There lyrics

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, Stuck in a tourist trap, Waiting 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 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, Crying sister and brother, hang onto each other, the computers are jammed. Business in New York City, High in a cold hotel, Wondering if there's a heaven, We've already been sent to Hell. It might be alright to live there, But visiting is just nowhere. What would I have done without my lady there?