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 pa** 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 [Instrumental Bridge] 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