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 leaving no tracks to follow
It's driving me mad but what else can I do
This all too mobile home
Is calling after you
You were thirty miles out of Phoenix on a three-day drive
When you left to buy 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 after you
Well they say in Salt Lake City
A town where man, oh man
Take your hand out of my pocket
Don't put it in again
There's an alley in San Diego
And these times that roll out need to be brought on through
This all too 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
Oh darling, yeah now darling, come back to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah