By the time I get to Phoenix, oh, she'll be rising.Oh, she'll find the note that I left hanging 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.Gotta get to her as I'm leaving.By the time I get to Albuquerque, she'll be working.She'll probably stop at lunch, take a lunch break, just to give me a call.But she'll just hear that phone, and it keeps on ringing.And it's driving her mad, keeps jumping off the wall.That's all.By the time I get to Phoenix, oh, she'll be rising.When I get to Oklahoma, when I get to Oklahoma.She'll be rising.She'll be sleeping.She'll turn to me, softly, call my name, solo.And she's gonna cry, just to think that I would really leave her.Though time and time I've triedTo tell her soShe just didn't knowThat I would really goI can't believe itI can't believe itThat I get to feel itThat I get to feel itThat I get to feel itThat I get to feel itThat I get to feel itThat I get to feel itThat I get to feel itThat I get to feel it