Thirteen Hours To Cloe

[Verse 1]
Tossin' boots in the backseat
Got a coffee and a crooked grin
My buddy's laughin' in the driver’s side
Says, “Boy, you’re all in”
Thirteen hours on this old highway
Every mile feels like a year
But I can see that porch light
Like it’s already here
[Chorus]
I’m finally goin’ to my Cloe
My baby girl, my princess
My Cloe bear, my wifey boo
Countin’ down the exits
Thirteen hours for a five‑second kiss
Yeah, that’s just what country boys do
I’d drive this road forever
Just to wrap my arms ‘round you
[Verse 2]
Got her picture on my phone screen
Hair up in my old hat
Talkin’ to her through the speakers
About where we’ll go when I get back
She laughs and says, “You drive safe”
I say, “Girl, I’m drivin’ home”
‘Cause where you are is where I belong
[Chorus]
I’m finally goin’ to my Cloe
My baby girl, my princess
My Cloe bear, my wifey boo
Countin’ down the exits
Thirteen hours for a five‑second kiss
Yeah, that’s just what country boys do
I’d drive this road forever
Just to wrap my arms ‘round you
[Bridge]
State line signs keep rollin’ by
Radio low, stars in the sky
My buddy’s noddin’ off but my heart’s wide awake
One more town, one more turn
Tail lights fade, porch lights burn
And there you’ll be, smilin’ at the gate (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m finally home to my Cloe
My baby girl, my princess
My Cloe bear, my wifey boo
No more countin’ exits
Thirteen hours for that first long kiss
Yeah, that’s just what love will do
I’d drive this road forever
Just to stay right here with you

country, Warm modern country with steady kick, brushed snare, and twangy acoustic guitars; male vocals up front, verses intimate and conversational, chorus big and anthemic with stacked harmonies. Subtle steel guitar swells and organ pads lift the hook, bridge drops to almost solo vocal then the band roars back for a final singalong chorus.