There is a Bob Dylan song, on vol 2 of his bootlegs I believe, called "She's Your Lover Now," in which he says this thing, that, going by lyrical context, is....
it's mystifying. And he sings it so vehemently:
"I....CAN'T...EVEN....REMEMBER EL PASO, HONEYYYYYYYYY"

I have been up all night (damn schoolwork) and that lyric, for some reason, is what I keep telling myself.