G#m B Fb
Under some dirty words on a dirty wall,
F# B Fb
you can take out by myself.
C#m F# C#m F#
I played the shows, got back in the van
Fb Fb
and put the walkman on, and you were playing.
G#m B Fb
Some other died 1,000 miles away,
F# B Fb
I've played 1,000 times before,
C#m F# C#m F#
like pathetic stars, the truck stops, and the rock club
Fb Fb
walls I always knew. You saw them too...
B
But you never will again
F# Fb B
It's too late. Ahh, don't you know
F# Fb
It's been too late, for a long time.
That's basicly it. Good song. FRANK MINELLA.