By the time I get to Phoenix,
She'll be rising
She'll find the not I left hanging on her door
She'll laugh, when she reads the part that says I'm leaving
For I've left that girl, so many times before

By the time I make Albuquerque
She'll be working
She'll probably stop for 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 did'nt know,
I would really go