She wanted to be a cowboy
She was shootin' em down
She was trampin' around

He walked in crooked with the clear blue eyes (mmhmm)
"There's a nice pool at my motel -- you wanna 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
Sound of his hand on the doorknob
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, 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 a smudge off the photograph, puts it back into her purse
The gray sky was romantic cause he was holdin' 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 trampin' around...