By the time I get to Phoenix, he'll be rising. He'll find the note I left hangin' on his door. He'll laugh when he reads the part that says I'm leavin', 'Cause I've left that man so many times before. By the time I make Albuquerque, he'll be workin'. He'll prob'ly stop at lunch and give me a call. But he'll just hear that 'phone keep on ringin', Off the wall; that's all. By the time I make Oklahoma, he'll be sleepin' He'll turn softly and call my name out low. Might even cry, just to think I'd really leave, Though time an' time I tried to tell him so. He just didn't know that I would really go.