By the time I get to Phoenix she´ll be rising, She´ll find the note I left hanging on the door, She´ll laugh we 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 the 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.