Текст песни 83 - John Mayer

I've these dreams I'm
Walking home
Home when it used to be
And everything is
As it was
Frozen in front of me

Here I stand
Six feet small
Romanticizing years ago
It's a bitter sweet 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
1983
All these things would be more like they were at the
Start of me

Had it made in 83

Thinking 'bout my brother Ben
I miss him every day
He looks just like his brother John
But on an 18 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 actor's names have changed, oh well

Well 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
1983
All these things would be more like they were
At the start of me
If my life was more like
1983
I'd plot a course to the source of the purest little part of me

At 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 1983

You can paint that house a rainbow of colours
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
If only my life
If only my life

If only my life
If only my life
If only my life
If only my life