[MUSIC - JORDAN DAVIS, "TUCSON
TOO LATE"] (SINGING) I didn't know if we
were over or just on the rocks. Was me thinking I could
save us just some mirage? I was burning up the highway,
it kept getting longer. With every turn of these
tires, she kept getting gone. And the sky was showing
no sign of rain. Ain't nothing
delaying that plane. And I'm racing through the
desert, thinking I catch her, but losing ground
in this Chevrolet. And 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. N/A I wonder if she sat there
stirring vodka with a straw. Was she counting
down the seconds or maybe having
second thoughts? Was moving all made
up in her mind? Would she change 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 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. N/A She's on some
silver wings flying. And me, I'm on the bad side
of good timing, yeah, yeah. N/A And I'm racing
through the desert, thinking I could
catch her, but losing ground in this Chevrolet. And that 747 somewhere between
here and heaven, and heaven knows I let her slip away. Showed up and she's gone. Guess I waited too long. Like a sad country song. Damn, I got to Tucson. Oh, I got to Tucson. Take us out Bear! I got to Tucson too late. N/A I got to Tucson too late. [CHEERING] N/A