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 Albuquerque she'll be working
She'll probably stop at lounch 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
And she'll cry just to think I'd really leave her
Though time and time I've tried to tell her so.

She didn't know that I would really go...