I found you in an antique store; nobody knew your name.
Your picture was free — purchased with the frame.
I came along when you were gone; I wonder, maybe if
I WAS BORN ONE HUNDRED YEARS TOO LATE.
Your face in this old photograph keeps smiling right at me.
You take me to another time and place.
What coulda been away back then I’ll never ever know.
I WAS BORN ONE HUNDRED YEARS TOO LATE.
In my dreams I watch the candles glowing;
In my dreams I feel a love keep growing,
but only in my dreams will I be going there,
‘cause those times have already passed away.
I guess I’m just old fashioned, saving all my love for you.
My friends would call me crazy if they knew,
How I pretend that I fit in this modern world today,
I WAS BORN ONE HUNDRED YEARS TOO LATE.
And when another century has turned, and I am gone,
will someone find my photograph and say:
“I wish I’d been a-living in those Good Ol’ Days back then.
I WAS BORN ONE HUNDRED YEARS TOO LATE."
