I work the pipeline on the North Slope

"Coldfoot" they call it, south of Prudhoe Bay

Seven days on, seven days off, that's a rule

And when I get my paycheck, gonna spend it all on her

She's a barmaid in a canteen

Keep us going nearly eighteen hours a day

Out there in the cold, I listen to my radio playin'

When I get home, shovel snow 'til my teeth'd hurt

We were wasted, we had tasted

Fruits of love for nights that lasted weeks

We were wasted, never lastеd

To see the next daybreak

So on Sundays, wе'd fly on down to Phoenix

Wine and the crystal and the dust keep us occupied

And I'd fall on her and pin her to the sofa

In the penthouse of some chic downtown hotel

'Cause we were wasted

I was readin' in the Sunday paper

How it's open now, pumpin' a million barrels a day

And that poor girl must still be out there

Lookin' for another frozen heart

We were wasted