Intro: 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've thought the whole thing through And now it's clear that she is what I should have held on to c: They say hind sights twenty, twenty But I'm nearly going blind >From staring 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 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 repeat chorus: Losing my mind going back in time Two nineteen eighty two