I didn't know if we were over
or just on the rocks
Was me thinking I could save us,
just a mirage
I was burning up a highway that kept getting longer
With every turn of these tires,
she just kept getting goner
And the sky was showing no signs of rain
There ain't nothing to lay in that plain
I'm racing through the desert,
thinking I could catch her But losing ground in this Chevrolet
And that 747's somewhere between here and
heaven And heaven knows I let her slip away
I showed up and she's gone,
guess I got to Tucson too late
I wonder if she sat there stirring vodka with a straw
If she counted down the seconds,
or maybe having second thoughts
And was moving all made up in her mind
Would she have changed it if she knew that I
Was racing through the desert,
thinking I could catch her But losing ground in this Chevrolet
And that 747's somewhere between here and
heaven And heaven knows I let her slip away
I showed up and she's gone,
guess I got to Tucson too late
Now she's on some silver wings flying at
me I'm on the bad side of good timing,
yeah
I'm racing through the desert,
thinking I could catch her But losing ground in this
Chevrolet And that 747's somewhere between here and heaven
And heaven knows I let her slip away I showed up and she's gone,
guess I waited
too long Like a sad country song,
damn I got to Tucson
too late Too late,
oh I got to Tucson too late