By the time I get to Phoenix she´ll be rising She´ll find the note I left hanging on her door She´ll laugh when she reads the part that says I´m leaving ´Cause I´ve left that girl so many times before
By the time I make Albuquerque she´ll be working She´ll probably stop for lunch and give me a call But she´ll just hear the phone keep on ringing, on the wall, that´s all By the time I reach Oklahoma she´ll be sleeping She´ll turn softly and call my name out low And she´ll cry just to think I´d really leave her Though time and time again I tried to tell her so She just didn´t know I would really go