It was a foggy mornin' south of San Jose

We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop

With nothin' left to say

My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled

Down her cheek and I brushed it away

I remember it all just like yesterday



And I see it now, I feel it still

It's a day I can't forget and never will

And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene

She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean



Still see her wavin' through the radiator steam

She was stranded by the roadside on her way to bigger things

She threw her bags in back, said she liked my hat

Her name was Marilyn Justine

I fell into her California dream



And I see it now, I feel it still

It's a day I can't forget and never will

And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene

She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean



Yeah we took a lotta detours on our winding way out west

Livin' for the moment, forgettin' all the rest

The life that she had waitin' and the one I left behind

And now I'm back here tryin' to sort it out

One fence post at a time



In that coffee shop, the road just stopped

And we faced reality

The place that she was goin' had no place for me



And I see it now, I feel it still

It's a day I can't forget and never will

And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene

She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean



Yeah I called her Norma Jean