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By The Time I Get To Phoenix |
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- Engebert Humperdinck |
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By the time I get to Phoenix, |
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she'll be rising |
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She'll find the note I left hanging |
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on her door |
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She'll laugh when she reads the part |
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That says: "I'm leaving" |
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'Cause I've left that girl |
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so many times before |
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By the time I make Albuquerque, |
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she'll be working |
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She'll prob'ly stop at lunch |
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and give me a call |
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But she'll just her that phone |
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keep on ringing |
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Off the wall, that's all |
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By the time I make Oklahoma, |
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she'll be sleeping |
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She'll turn softly |
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and call my name out low |
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And she'll cry just to think |
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I'd really leave her |
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Though time and time |
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I tried to tell her so |
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She just didn't know |
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I would really go |
