By The Time I Get To Phoenix - Frank Sinatra

By the time I get to Phoenix she’ll be rising.

She’ll find the note 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.

By the time I make Albuquerque she’ll be working.

She’ll probably stop for lunch and give me a call.

But she’ll just hear the phone keep on ringing, on the wall, that’s all.

By the time I reach Oklahoma she’ll be sleeping.

She’ll turn softly and call my name out low.

And she’ll cry just to think I’d really leave her,

Though time and time again I tried to tell her so.

She just didn’t know I would really go.