The Hour Grows Late

As he fired up the drum machine

He stole a glance at the empty seats

He took a minute to retune his guitar

Pa pa ra pa pa ra

As the hour grew late

I wanna send this out to Richie Vey

In his thrift store corner of the world

His soul is my cheap laugh

Pa pa ra pa pa ra

As the hour grows late

Pa pa pa pa pa pa

As the hour grows late

Pa pa ra pa pa ra

As the hour grows late
Pa pa pa pa pa pa

Pa pa ra pa pa ra

As the hour grows late
Pa pa pa pa pa pa

Pa pa ra pa pa ra

As the hour grows late