As The Hour Grows Late lyrics

[Verse 1]
As he fired up the drum machine
He stole a glance at the empty seats
He took a minute to retune his guitar
Ba da ba ba ba da ba ba ba ba, as the hour grew late

[Verse 2]
I wanna send this out to Richie Vey
In his thrift-store corner of the world
His soul is my cheap laugh
Ba da ba ba ba da ba ba ba ba, as the hour grows late