Three Hours Ahead

Up the backroads, through the Glens Passed the rapper's dog who’s chained up to the fence In the mountainside the pavement's Three hours ahead from where you left All my love goes to you there It goes to you there Arizona with the band Drivin through the desert makes my left arm tan And the right one strums and pales in comparison From when I left Can we do one more? Not here yet You were runnin late I thought you'd miss the set Then your entrance came and I smiled a cave I couldn’t hold it in until you left All my love goes to you there It goes to you there All my love goes to you there It goes to you Wrote a postcard to my mom Happy Mothers Day from your son in Tuscon And I swear I could hear her laugh Three hours ahead from where I left All my love goes to you there It goes to you there All my love goes to you there It goes to you there