Tucson Too Late

I didn't know if we were over, or just on the rocks
Was me thinking I can save us just a mirage?
I was burning up the highway, it kept getting longer
With every turn of these tires, she just kept getting goner

In the sky was showing no signs of rain
Ain't nothing delaying that plane

I'm racing through the desert
Thinking I can catch her
But losing ground in this Chevrolet
That 747 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
Was she counting down the seconds, or maybe having second thoughts?
And was moving on made up in her mind
Would she changed it if she knew that I

Was racing through the desert?
Thinking I can catch her
But losing ground in this Chevrolet?
That 747 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
And me I'm on the bad side of good timing, yeah, yeah

I'm racing through the desert
Thinking I can catch her
But losing ground in this Chevrolet
That 747 somewhere between here and heaven
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

Tucson too late
Too late
Oh, I got to Tucson too late