Lament for the Band

The band was outta luck
They sold the van
Some gear and an old box truck
They just closed their eyes
And kicked that one away.
In the day they could pick a song
Make 'em burn and churn
It wouldn't take them long
To grab that golden pen and make 'em pay

But it's too late
Too late, too late
Outta time and things
Have changed for the better

Well Stu he could spin a tune
Have 'em cryin' for more
Until he hit that spoon
He stole a rented car
And head down the road
Took a grand from his brother Dwight
He thought the band would hit
And then he'd make it right
Now he's selling pipe
At a headshop in Muscle Shoals

But it's too late
Too late, too late
Outta time and things
Have changed for the better
Too late
Too late, too late
Sure to find the time
It takes to forget her.

Well there's a girl who could make it right
She threw him under the bus on a drinking night
For a chiseled man with a guitar slung real low.
Too late.
Too late, too late
Sure to find the time
it takes to forget her.

As far as the other three
They got mouths to feed
They're just like you and me
They go on with hat in hand
In torrential rain.
But when the scene is getting hot
In the corner of a club
In a drinking spot
You'll find a chewed up polaroid
With the most painful stain
Too late.
Too late, too late
Outta time and things
Have changed for the better
Too late
Too late, too late
Sure to find the time
It takes to forget her
Too late
Too late, too late, yeah yeah

Too late
Sure to find it
Sure to find it, yeah yeah
And things have changed
Said it changed for the better
Changed for the better
Better
Ah yeah yeah