By the time I get to phoenix, she will be rising
She'll find a note I left hanging on her door
She'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm leaving
'Cause I left that girl so many times before
By the time I make albuquerque, she'll be working
She'll probably stop at lunch and give me a call
But she'll just keep on hanging,
After all, that's all
By the time I make oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly and call my name out loud
She'll cry just thinking I'm leaving her
All the time, time I try to tell her so
She just didn't know I would really go
