Born Too Late Lyrics - 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 

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 

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 

You're born too late and everything you know is wrong 

Born too late, born too late, born too late