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 reach Albuquerque 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 tried to tell her so
She just didn't know I would really go.