(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.