xChorded by gwiz665, 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 (Bb C)
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 (Bb C)
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 (Bb C)
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 (Bb C)
It's too late
F
No, don't you know
C
It's been too late
Bb Bbsus2
For a long time
