By the time I get to Phoenix he'll be rising
He'll find the note I left hanging on his door
He'll laugh when he reads the part that says I'm leaving
'Cause I've left that boy so many times before

By the time I make Albuquerque he'll be working
He'll prob'ly stop at lunch and give me a call
But he'll just hear that phone keep on ringing
Off the wall, that's all

By the time I make Oklahoma he'll be sleeping
He'll turn softly and call my name out loud
And he'll cry just to think I'd really leave him
Though time and time I try to tell him so
He just didn't know I would really go