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
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
As the hour grows late
La hora se hace tarde
Al encender la caja de ritmos
Robó una mirada a los asientos vacíos
Se tomó un minuto para volver a afinar su guitarra
A medida que la hora se hacía tarde quiero dedicar esto a Richie Vey
En su rincón de tienda de segunda mano en el mundo
Su alma es mi risa barata
A medida que la hora se hace tarde
Escrita por: Georgia Hubley / Ira Kaplan / James McNew / Yo La Tengo