Testo Late

Testo Late

Under some dirty words on a dirty wall
Eating take-out by myself
I played a show, got back in the van and put the Walkman on
And you were playing

And some other time a thousand miles away,
We 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

Elliot man, you played a fine guitar
And some dirty basketball
The songs you wrote, got me through a lot
Just want to 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

No no, times are lookin' up, at least that's what I heard
No 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 want to 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
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