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I've these dreams I'm walking home,

home when it used to be,

and ev'rything is as it was,

frozen in front of me.

Here I stand six feet small,

romanticizing years ago;

but it's a bittersweet feeling hearing "Wrapped Around Your Finger" on the radio.

And these days

I wish I was six again.

Oh, make me a red cape,

I wanna be Superman.

Oh, if only my life was more like nineteen eightythree,

all these things would be more like they were at the start of me.

Had it made in eightythree.

Thinking 'bout my brother Ben;

I miss him ev'ry day.

He looks just like his brother John,

but on an eighteen month delay.

Here I stand six feet small,

and smiling 'cause I'm scared as hell.

Kind of like my life is like a sequel to a movie where the actors' names have changed.

Oh well.

Well,

If my life was more like nineteen eightythree,

I'd plot a course to the source of the purest little part of me.

And most my memories

have escaped me or confused themselves with dreams.

If heaven's all we want it to be,

send your prayers to me

care of nineteen

eightythree.

You can paint that house a rainbow of colors,

rip out the floorboards, replace the shutters,

but that's my plastic in the dirt.

Whatever happened to my, whatever happened to my,

whatever happened to my lunchbox?

When came the day that it got

thrown away, and don't you think I should have had some say in that decision?

If only my life...

If only my life...