Elliott Smith

Theyre waking you up to close the bar
The streets wet you can tell by the sound of the cars
The bartenders singing clementine
While hes turning around the open sign
Dreadful sorry clementine
Though youre still her man
It seems a long time gone
Maybe the whole things wrong
What if she thinks so but just didnt say so?
You drank yourself into slo-mo
Made an angel in the snow
Anything to pass the time
And keep that song out of yr mind
Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling clementine
Dreadful sorry clementine