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