She wanted to be a cowboy   She was shootin' 'em down   She was tramping around      He walked in crooked with the clear blue eyes   There's a nice pool at my motel you want to 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   The sound of his hand on the doorknob   The 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 alone in her bed   The phone rang, she woke up, and 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 the smudge off the photograph   Puts it back into her purse   The gray sky was romantic 'cause he was holding 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 tramping around