She wanted to be a cowboy
She was shootin' 'em down
She was tramping around
He walked in crooked with the clear blue eyes
"There's a nice pool at my motel you want to go for a swim?"
That night he moved in
The time between meeting and finally leaving is
Sometimes called falling in love
The time between meeting and finally leaving is
Sometimes called falling in love
At night she'd wait for the sound of his feet on the doormat,
The sound of his hand on the doorknob,
The sound of her heart beating in her head
He'd go out playing nickel slots, cause he knew he'd lose -
She didn't know, so she couldn't choose
One night while sleeping along in her bed,
The phone rang, she woke up, and sat up and said,
"What time is it? What time is it?"
"Well, it's 5:30 here and it's 2:30 there,
And I won't be home tonight," he said
The time between meeting and finally leaving is
Sometimes called falling in love
The time between meeting and finally leaving is
Sometimes called falling in love
Now she sits in a booth in a diner,
Waiting for someone to take her order,
Waiting for someone to come and sit down
She rubs the smudge off the photograph, puts it back into her purse
The grey sky was romatic cause he was holding her hand,
He was her man
The time between meeting and finally leaving is
Sometimes called falling in love
The time between meeting and finally leaving is
Sometimes calling falling in love
Sometimes called falling in love
She wanted to be a cowboy,
She was shootin' 'em down,
She was tramping around