(Jim Webb)

By the time I get to Phoenix he'll be rising
He'll find the note I left hanging on his door
He'll laugh when he reads the part that says I'm leaving
'Cause I've left that man so many times before.

By the time I make Albuquerque he'll be working
You'll probably stop at lounch and give me a call
But he'll just hear that phone keep on ringing
Off the wall that's all.

By the time I make Oklahoma he'll be sleeping
He'll softly turn and call my name out low
And he'll cry just to think I'd really leave him
Though time and time I've tried to tell him so.

He just didn't know I would really go...