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