Three Hours Out
Warm acoustic pop with female vocals, gentle brushed drums, and soft bass; verses stay intimate with close-mic vocal and fingerpicked guitar, chorus blooms with airy harmonies and a bright, open strum. Light piano doubles the hook on the second chorus, subtle tambourine lift on the last refrain., female vocals
Three Hours Out
Warm acoustic pop with female vocals, gentle brushed drums, and soft bass; verses stay intimate with close-mic vocal and fingerpicked guitar, chorus blooms with airy harmonies and a bright, open strum. Light piano doubles the hook on the second chorus, subtle tambourine lift on the last refrain., female vocals
Lyrics
Verse 1
You texted me
“I’m on my way”
Snapshot of the service station sign
Crumbs on your hoodie
Coffee in your hand
Laughing at the rain on the window line
Chorus
Three hours out from Hull to Walsall
All this road just wrapping round our names
Jack in the front seat singing too loud
Sister waiting
Counting down the lanes
Three hours out
But it feels like home
Every mile that pulls you closer to my door
Verse 2
Sat‑nav voice keeps getting it wrong
You send me songs and I play along
I clean the cups
Make up the spare bed
Picture your shoes by the door in my head
Chorus
Three hours out from Hull to Walsall
All this road just wrapping round our names
Jack in the front seat singing too loud
Sister waiting
Counting down the lanes
Three hours out
But it feels like home
Every mile that pulls you closer to my door
Bridge
I’ve saved your place at the table
Got your stories on my mind
You’re chasing daylight down the motorway
I’m chasing time
Chorus
Three hours out from Hull to Walsall
All this road just folding into one
Jack in the front seat singing too loud
I’ll be on the doorstep when you’re done
Three hours out
But it feels like home
Every mile that pulls you closer to my door