Texas And Norma Jean

It was a foggy mornin' south of San Jose We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop, with nothin' left to say My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled Down her cheek and I brushed it away I remember it all just like yesterday And I see it now, I feel it still It's a day I can't forget and never will And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean Still see her wavin' through the radiator steam She was stranded by the roadside on her way to bigger things She threw her bags in back, said she liked my hat Her name was Marilyn Justine I fell into her California dream And I see it now, I feel it still It's a day I can't forget and never will And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean Yeah we took a lotta detours on our winding way out west Livin' for the moment, forgettin' all the rest The life that she had waitin' and the one I left behind And now I'm back here tryin' to sort it out One fence post at a time In that coffee shop, the road just stopped And we faced reality The place that she was goin' had no place for me And I see it now, I feel it still It's a day I can't forget and never will And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean Yeah I called her Norma Jean