Chorded by gwiz665 (@gmail.com), music&lyrics by Ben Folds Dm F Bb Under some dirty words on a dirty wall C F Bb Eating takeout by myself Gm C I played the shows Gm C Bb Got back in the van and put the Walkman on Bbsus2 C And you were playing Dm F Bb In some other dive a thousand miles away C F Bb I played a thousand times before Gm C Gm C And like pathetic stars, the truck stops and the rock club walls Bb I always knew Bbsus2 You saw them too F C But you never will again Gm C)b It's too late F Don't you know C It's been too late Bb C For a long time Dm F Bb Elliott, man, you played a fine guitar C F Bb And some dirty basketball Gm C The songs you wrote Gm C Got me through a lot Bb Bbsus2 Just wanna tell you that F C But it's too late Gm C)b It's too late F No, don't you know C it's been too late Bb for a long time Gm C Oh no F F/e Dm Things were looking up C Bb (b a run) Least that's what I heard Gm C Oh no F F/e Dm C Bb Someone came and washed away your hard-earned a Dm Peace of mind -- solo -- Dm F Bb When desperate static beats the silence up C F Bb A quiet truth to calm you down Gm C The songs you wrote Gm C Got me through a lot Bb Bbsus2 Just wanna tell you that F C But it's too late Gm C)b It's too late F No, don't you know C it's been too late Bb for a long time F C It's too late Gm C)b It's too late F No, don't you know C It's been too late Bb Bbsus2 For a long time