1982 - H

Operator, please connect me with 1982

I need to make apologies for what i didn’t do

I sure do need to tell her that i’ve thought the whole thing through

And now it’s clear that she is what i should have held on to

They say hindsight’s twenty-twenty

But i’m nearly goin' blind

From starin' at her photograph and wishing she was mine

It’s that same ole lost love story

It’s sad but it’s true

There was a time when she was mine in 1982

Postman can you sell me a special kind of stamp

One to send a letter from this crazy lonely man

Back into the wasted years of my living past

I need to tell her now i know how long my love will last

Losin' my mind, goin' back in time to 1982