Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The neon buzz drowns the crickets’ song,
And the highways hum where dirt roads belonged.
I wear boots in a world of running shoes,
And I’ve got old-fashioned dreams I can’t seem to use.

[Prechorus]
There’s a screen in every pocket, a drone in the sky,
I miss the days I never knew, and I don’t know why.

[Chorus]
I was born 50 years too late,
A heart like mine don’t navigate.
In a world of wires, I’m a wooden gate,
I was born 50 years too late.

[Verse 2]
I’d trade these bright lights for a kerosene lamp,
And this digital clock for a cold river camp.
They call it progress, but it don’t feel right,
I’d rather be plowin’ fields by the pale moonlight.

[Prechorus]
They talk about the future like it’s already here,
But I’m a ghost of the past, misplaced by the years.

[Chorus]
I was born 50 years too late,
A heart like mine don’t navigate.
In a world of speed, I’m a slow freight,
I was born 50 years too late.