Ben Folds - Late

^DmUnder some ^Fdirty words on a d^Bbirty wall ^CEating t^Fakeout by ^Bbmyself ^GmI played the ^Cshows ^GmGot back in the ^Cvan and put the ^BbWalkman on And ^Bbsus2you were playing ^C

^DmIn some other d^Five a thousand ^Bbmiles away ^CI played a ^Fthousand times ^Bbbefore ^GmAnd like pat^Chetic stars, the t^Gmruck stops and the r^Cock club walls I a^Bblways knew You ^Bbsus2saw them too But you never will ^Fagain ^C

Don't you ^Fknow It's been too ^Clate For a l^Bbong time ^C

^DmElliott, m^Fan, you played a ^Bbfine guitar ^CAnd some ^Fdirty basket^Bbball ^GmThe songs you ^Cwrote ^GmGot me through a ^Clot Just wanna ^Bbtell you that ^Bbsus2

But it's too ^Flate ^C Gm (Bb C) It's too late No, don't you ^Fknow it's been too ^Clate for a ^Bblong time ^GmOh ^Cno F F/e Dm Things were looking up C Bb (b a run) Least that's what I heard ^GmOh ^Cno F F/e Dm C Bb Someone came and washed away your hard-earned ^APeace of ^Dmmind

^DmWhen desperate ^Fstatic beats the ^Bbsilence up ^CA quiet ^Ftruth to calm you ^Bbdown ^GmThe songs you ^Cwrote ^GmGot me through a ^Clot Just wanna tell ^Bbyou that ^Bbsus2

But it's too ^Flate ^C Gm (Bb C) It's too late No, don't you ^Fknow it's been too ^Clate for a ^Bblong time It's too ^Flate ^C Gm (Bb C) It's too late No, don't you ^Fknow It's been too ^Clate For a long ^Bbtime ^Bbsus2