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 alone 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 gray sky was romantic '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 called falling in love

Sometimes called falling in love She wanted to be a cowboy

She was shootin' 'em down

She was tramping around