Born Too Late - Steve Forbert

Saddle up that old gray mare for me

I wanna ride until these eyes of mine can’t see

I never really feel like looking very much anymore

And nothing really matters till it’s closer than the house next door

People talk a lot, but they can never find the heart and the soul

To put a lot of time into more than just a search for gold

The river’s flowing dirty and it’s moving down to pass Christian

There used to be a time when it’s water was a healing hand

You’re born too late

And everything you love is gone, gone

Born too late

And everything you know is wrong

I’ve got a wife in Cleveland and she hates my guts

And everything about her’s a reflection of what drove me nuts

I stopped to buy a beer inside the trading post and lost my keys

That somber wooden Indian by the door began to laugh at me, hey-a

Born too late

And everything you love is gone, gone

Born too late

And everything you know is wrong

Born too late

And my silver Catalina’s busy rusting in the cool night air

He’s only got a few more miles left beneath his hood out there

I stood a while beside him and I thought about his thirst for oil

I thought about his greed for speed and how we’ve all got spoiled, hey-a

You’re born too late

And everything you love is gone, gone

You’re born too late

And everything you know is wrong

You’re born too late

And everything you love is gone, gone, gone

You’re born too late

And everything you know is wrong, ah yes

Born too late

Born too late

Na, na, na, na

Born too late

Born too late