You're the one thing that I'm leaving
That [bad word] to my mind dreaming
All along the highway speeding
And up in the air as far as I fly

You're the first thing that I'm thinking
When I'm taking off and landing
In the cities that I'm playing
To the people I won't ever know

This is the last time out for me
I don't want to find out we
Drifted apart or lost our way
I'll be home by Saturday

Last night in New York City
I met a girl almost as pretty
And if I had one more whiskey
Everything would have all just slipped away

This is the last time out for me
I don't want to wait and see
If while away you've been [bad word] Have you found somebody new
And if I'm wrong then don't you stray
I'll be home by Saturday

You're the one thing that I'm leaving
That [bad word] to my mind dreaming
All along the highway speeding
And up in the air as far as I fly