(Gibbons, Hill, Beard) 3:15
    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