Written by John Barlow/Delbert McClinton 1990 I found her number, and the note she wrote Deep in the pocket, of a real old coat It just got by me some way I'm having a real bad day Said she was all moved in and her apartment, usre looked fine Suggested I come by, and see her some time Said all her fixtures were new, and I'll turn them on for you She said I get home at a quarter to six I'll be waiting for your call I'll fix you something, I'm sure your gonna love but we don't have to, we don't have to eat at all that's one of the problems, of life on the road little notes like this ain't got no area code I don't know what else to say I'm having, a real bad day I don't know what to say I'm having, a real bad day