I get four or five miles a gallon in this old car

I don't care as long as it takes me to where you are

You ain't leavin' no tracks to follow

It's driving me mad but what else can I do?



This all too mobile home

Is calling out for you



You were thirty miles out of Phoenix on a three-day drive

When you left to find the angular number five

You slammed the door behind you

You walked out on the life that we once knew



This all too mobile home

Is calling out for you



[Solo]



Well, they say it's Salt lake city

But now we're man on man

Take your hand outta my pocket

Don't put it in again

You get married in San Diego

And these times that roll out need to be brought on through



This all to mobile home

Is calling after you



Well, this all too mobile home is killing me

And there's nothing that you can do to set me free

Darling, oh now, darling, come back to me...