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
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
It's Too Late
It's Too Late
No, Don't You Know
It's Been Too Late
For A Long Time