I´ve gotten good at missin´ her
I practice all the time
While I drive the Pan Am highway thru
With that cactus friend of mine
It´s gettin´ hard to see the white line rollin´ by
I can´t forget her memory deep inside

I dropped a bundle down in Panama
But the loss didn´t do me no good
Spendin´ cash and talkin´ trash
Don´t do it like it should
I realized I just couldn´t buy her smile
I´ll keep tryin´ on that Pan Am mile by mile

If she´d meet me in San Salvador
I´d buy her a drink or two
We´d talk about our used to be
And ride on to Peru
The time to get it right is here and now
If she won´t I´ll move on anyhow