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