(Gibbons Hill Beard) 3:15. I've gotten good at missin' her. I practice all the time. While I drive the Pan Am highway thru. With that cactus friend of mine. It's gettin' hard to see the white line rollin' by. I can't forget her memory deep inside. I dropped a bundle down in Panama. But the loss didn't do me no good. Spendin' cash and talkin' trash. Don't do it like it should. I realized I just couldn't buy her smile. I'll keep tryin' on that Pan Am mile by mile. If she'd meet me in San Salvador. I'd buy her a drink or two. We'd talk about our used to be. And ride on to Peru. The time to get it right is here and now. If she won't I'll move on anyhow.