Lyrics:

(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.