Late - Ben Folds

Eating takeout by myself

I play 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

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

Oh, but it’s too late

It’s too late

Don’t you know?

It’s been too late

For a long time