Saddle up that old grey 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... 
CHORUS Born too late and everything you know 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... 
CHORUS My silver 
Catalina's busy rusting in the cool night air he's only got a few more miles 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 
CHORUS/CHO
RUS