By The Time I Get To Phoenix

By the time I get to Phoenix, she’ll be rising
She´ll find the note I left hanging out 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 — working.
She’ll probably stop at lunch and give me a call — a call.
But she’ll just hear the phone keep on ring — keep on ring.
Off the wall, that´s all.
By the time I make Oklahoma, she’ll be sleeping — sleeping.
She´ll turn softly and call my name out low — 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 just didn’t know.
I would really go!
I would really go!