I should have gone to Laurel Canyon in 1971
I could have sung some songs to Joni and hung out in the sun
I was born too late, born too late for that

And Art said go to Nashville, when we toured in ’94
Chase the edge of that new country son and walk right through the door
I was born too late, born too late for that

How long does it take for a man to know himself?
How long does it take for a man to know himself?

Well you can lie just like the Kremlin, in an Americana band
Plant your flag in Sinai and watch the armies land
I was born too late, born too late for that

When the priests bless the hunter and the hunter has his way
Never thought I’d wake up and see that in my day
I was born too late, born too late for that

How long does it take for a man to know himself?
How long does it take for a man to know himself?

You can live on borrowed memory, replay a thousand scenes
But miss the mighty wisdom, chasing all your dreams
I was born too late, born too late for that