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...