I got hooked by her wire
It made me trip all day
Left her letter on the table
I guess she couldn't wait
So I kicked my motorcycle
It always worked for me
I tried to meet her at the station
I think she heard me scream

CHORUS:
Where you going
There's nothing here without you baby
Where you going
If you leave then who will save me
Where you going
I wish I was where you're going

She's got a gig in San Francisco
To paint the Golden Gate
And when the bridge is color-coated
She's gonna chrome the Haight
Her voice is sweet and kinda distant
Through my telephone
She says it's funny but she's learning
She likes to be alone

CHORUS