Burt Bacharach:24 Hours From Tulsa

Dearest darling,
I had to write to say that I won't be home anymore.
'Cause something happened to me
While I was driving home, and I'm not the same anymore.
Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Tulsa,
Ah, only one day away from your arms.
I saw a welcoming light
And stopped to rest for the night.
And that is
When I saw her
As I pulled in outside of a small motel, she was there.
And so I walked up to her,
Asked where I could get something to eat and she showed me where
Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Tulsa,
Ah, only one day away from your arms.
She too me to the cafe,
I asked her if she would stay.
She said: O.K.

Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Tulsa,
Ah, only one day away from your arms.
A jukebox started to play,
And night turned into day,
As we were
Dancing closely,
All of a sudden I lost control as I held her charms.
And I caressed her, kissed her,
Told her I'd die before I would let her out of my arms.
Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Tulsa,
Ah, only one day away from your arms.
I hate to do this to you,
But I love somebody new.
What can I do?
And I can never, never, never go home again.