VIDEO:  https://youtu.be/SLzw6nsj2ck EMAIL:                                JORDAN  DAVIS [Intro]                ----------- G -------0--- D -0-0h2----- E ---------3- E -3-3-2-2-0--0--------- B ------------3------- G ------------0h2-0- ------------ ------------ ------------ [Verse] 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 And the sky was showing no signs of rain Ain’t nothing delaying that plane [Chorus] I’m racing through the desert Thinking I can 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 E -3-3-2-2-0--0--------- B ------------3------- G ------------0h2-0- ------------ ------------ ------------ 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 [Chorus] Was racing through the desert Thinking I can 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 ooh ooh [Break] Now she’s on some silver wings flying And me I’m on the bad side of good timing yeah yeah [Chorus] I’m racing through the desert Thinking I can 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 waited too long Like a sad country song Damn I got to Tucson Too late E -3-3-2-2-0--0--------- B ------------3------- G ------------0h2-0- ------------ ------------ ------------ (Tucson too late) Too late E -3-3-2-2-0--0--------- B ------------3------- G ------------0h2-0- ------------ ------------ ------------ Oh I got to Tucson too late

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque un homme qui réalise qu'il a perdu une personne qui lui est chère, alors qu'il se dépêche de la rejoindre. Il se demande si leur relation était réellement terminée ou simplement en crise, tout en regrettant de ne pas avoir agi à temps. Alors qu'il traverse le désert, il prend conscience qu'il est déjà trop tard : elle est partie, et il ne peut que la voir s'envoler vers un nouveau départ, laissant derrière lui le poids de son hésitation. Cette histoire de quête et de regret met en lumière les conséquences de l'inaction et le temps qui file sans pitié.