Late

Under some dirty words on a dirty wall
Eating takeout by myself
I played the shows
Got back in the van and put the Walkman on
And you were playing
In some other dive a thousand miles away
I played a thousand times before
And like pathetic stars, the truck stops and the rock club walls
I always knew you saw them too
But you never will again

It's too late
Don't you know?
It's been too late for a long time

Elliott, man, you played a fine guitar
And some dirty basketball
The songs you wrote got me through a lot
Just wanna tell you that

But it's too late
It's too late
No, don't you know?
It's been too late for a long time

Oh, no
Things were looking up, least that's what I heard
Oh, no
Someone came and washed away your hard-earned peace of mind

When desperate static beats the silence up
A quiet truth to calm you down
The songs you wrote, it got me through a lot
Just wanna tell ya that

But it's too late
It's too late
No, don't you know?
It's been too late for a long time
It's too late
It's too late
No, don't you know?
It's been too late for a long time



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Folds
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