Ben Folds - Late Lyrics
Under some dirty words on a dirty wallEating takeout by myselfI played the showsGot back in the van and put the Walkman onAnd you were playingIn some other dive a thousand miles awayI played a thousand times beforeAnd like pathetic stars, the truck stops and the rock club wallsI always knewYou saw them tooBut you never will againIt's too lateDon't you knowIt's been too lateFor a long timeElliott, man, you played a fine guitarAnd some dirty basketballThe songs you wroteGot me through a lotJust wanna tell you thatBut it's too lateIt's too lateNo, don't you knowit's been too latefor a long timeOh noThings were looking upLeast that's what I heardOh noSomeone came and washed away your hard-earnedPeace of mindWhen desperate static beats the silence upA quiet truth to calm you downThe songs you wroteGot me through a lotJust wanna tell you thatBut it's too lateIt's too lateNo, don't you knowIt's been too lateFor a long timeIt's too lateIt's too lateNo, don't you knowIt's been too lateFor a long time
