By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising
She'll find the note that I left hanging on her door
And 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 lunch and give me a call
But she'll hear the phone keep on ringing
On the wall, that's all
And by the time I make Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly and call my name out low
She'll cry to think that I'd really leave her
But time and time again I tried to tell her so
But she just didn't know I would really go
That I would go, I'd go