late

• ben folds'un elliot smith'e yazdığı şarkı.
  
  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
  
  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