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, left that girl many times before
By the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working
She'll probably stop for lunch, give me a call
But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringing
Ringing of the wall, that's all, that's all, that's all
By the time I make Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly and she'll call my name out low
She'll cry just to think, to think I'd really leave her
Though time and time, I tried to tell her so
She just didn't know I really would go
