I found a number in the note she wrote, deep in the pocket of a real old coat, it just got by me some way, I musta had a real bad day.
She said she was all moved in, and her apartment sure looked fine, suggested I come by an see her some time. she said "I'll fix ya this one new, and I'll turn 'em on for you".
Whewhhh She said "I get home - at a quarter to six, an 'er ah, I'll be waiting for your call". "Honey, I'll fix ya something - I'm sure you're gonna love, but we don't have - we don't have to eat it all."
Ahhhhh That's one of the problems, of life out here on the road, li'l notes like this ain't got no area code. I don't know what to say... I'm havina REAL bad day!
