1982

(James H. Blackmon/Carl J. Vipperman) Operator please connect me with Nineteen-Eighty Two I need to make apologies for what I didn't do I sure do need to tell her that I thought the whole thing through And now it's clear that she is what - I should have held onto. They say hindsight's 20-20 but I'm nearly goin' blind From starin' at her photograph and wishing she was mine It's that same old lost love story - it's sad but it's true There was a time when she was mine in Nineteen-Eighty-Two. 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. They say hindsight's 20-20 but I'm nearly goin' blind From starin' at her photograph and wishing she was mine It's that same old lost love story - it's sad but it's true There was a time when she was mine in Nineteen-Eighty-Two. Losing my mind, going back in time - to Nineteen-Eighty Two.