She worked hard for the money, she worked for every Cent
She knew what she earned was less than she could spend
'Cause when God created this world he didn’t know
About the fatal connection between credit cards and Rock’n’roll

She always said when she dies she wanna die in debt
So that nothing she couldn’t do she would regret
And she found her reason to live on the tracks

She woke up in a hotel in Amsterdam
Coming over from London on the way to Milan
Had her coffee in Oslo heading to San Sebastián
And she found her luck in Barcelona two nights long

Driven by a hole that needs to be filled
And all over Europe she got billed
But later in the first row she finds the thrill

What are we living for
What would we die for
There are bonds to break and dreams to follow
What are we living for

You hear the holy drums of Miami Max
And Clarence with his tender breath
The dirty riffs of Steve’s guitar
While Bruce is playing harmonica
The devil in Roy Bittan’s hands
The dervish of Nils’ solo dance
While Gary keeps the pumping rhythm
Patty sings to Suzie’s fiddle

Danny gives his harmonies
To Sandy girl from Asbury
Giordano from the Sessions band
Plays to the American Land
And every time I’m in that mood
It’s just like sitting in their living room again

In the heat of Barcelona’s medieval heart
My wallet was stolen how stupid I was
All my credit cards taken away
Just the concert ticket left in the hotel safe

80,000 people gathered in the Camp Nou
20 years and 20 concerts since my first show
And like Torino in ’88 it ended with Twist and Shout

What are we living for
What would we die for
There are bonds to break and dreams to follow
What are we living for