Clarks - Born Too Late lyrics

Vincent, will you teach me how to paint? Teresa, will I ever be a saint? John, I really think your songs are great I was born too late William, will you teach me how to write? And Ca**ius, will you show me how to fight? And Thomas A. I think I see the light I was born tonight I've had a hard time leaving this town I've been losing everything that I've found I'm gonna search the sky, kiss the ground Build it up and tear it back down I've had a hard time leaving this place I've been counting all the lines on my face I'm gonna curse the sky, hit the ground And what goes up comes tumbling down, tumbling down Jimi show me how you play that thing Elvis, will I ever be a king? And Jerry all the joy and love you bring I was born to sing Martin Luther King show me the way Jesus, Buddha, teach me how to pray Christopher, I think I see the bay I was born today, I was born today I was born too late I was born too late I was born too late ...