Lyrics

The band was out of luck. They sold the van some gear and an old box truck. They just closed their eyes and kicked that one away. In the day they could pick a song. Make them burn and churn it wouldn’t take them long-to grab that golden pen and make em pay.
But it’s too late. Too late, too late. Outta time and things have changed for the better.
Stu he could spin a tune. Have em crying for more until he hit that spoon. Stole a rented car and head down the road. Took a grand from his brother Dwight. Thought the band would hit and then he’d make it right. Now he’s selling pipe at a headshop in Muscle Shoals.
It‘s too late. Too late, too late. Sure to find the time it takes to forget her.
Well there’s a girl who could make it right. She threw him under the bus on a drinking night. For a chiseled man with a guitar slung real low.
Too late. Too late, too late. Sure to find the time it takes to forget her.
As far as the other three- they got mouths to feed they’re just like you and me. They go on with hat in hand and torrential rain. But when the scene is getting hot, in the corner of a club in a drinking spot, you’ll find a chewed up Polaroid with the most painful stain.
Too late. Too late, too late. Outta time and things have changed for the better. Too late. Too late, too late. Sure to find the time it takes to forget her. Too late. Too late, too late.