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...