By the time I get to phoenix. She'll be risin'. She'll find the note. That I left hangin' on her door. She'll laugh when she reads the part. That says I'm leavin'. 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 that empty phone. Keep on ringin' off the wall. That's all... By the time I make oklahoma. She'll be sleepin'. She'll turn softly. And call my name out loud. And she'll cry to think. That I'd really leave her. Tho' time and time again. I've tried to tell her so. She didn't know that I would really go. She just didn't know...