I’ve these dreams I’m walk ing home,

(Em9)home when it used to be,

and ev (Amaj9)’ry thing is as it was,

(Em9)fro zen in front of me.

Here I stand

six feet small,

ro (Em9)man ti ciz ing years a go;

but it’s a bit (Amaj9)ter sweet feel ing hear ing “Wrapped A round Your Fin ger” on the ra di o.

And (Dmaj7)these (Amaj9)days

I (Dmaj7)wish I was (Amaj9)six a gain.

Oh, make me a red

(Amaj9)cape,

I (Dmaj7)wan na be (Amaj9)Su per man.

Oh, if on ly my life was more like (D9)nine teen eight y three,

all these things would be more like they (D9)were at the start of me.

Had it made in eight y three.

Think (Amaj9)ing ’bout my broth er Ben; I miss him ev ’ry day.

He looks just like his broth er John, but on an (Em9)eight een month de lay.

Here I stand

six feet small,

and (Em9)smil ing ’cause I’m scared as hell.

Kind (Amaj9)of like my life is like a se quel to a mov ie where the (Em9)ac tors’ names have changed.

Oh well.

Well,

If my life was more like (D9)nine teen eight y three,

I’d plot a course to the source of the (D9)pur est lit tle part of me.

And most my mem o ries

have es caped me or con fused them selves with (F#7)dreams.

If (Bm)heav en’s all we want it to be,

send your prayers to me

care of nine teen eight y three.

You can paint that house a (D9)rain bow of col ors, rip out the floor boards, (D9)re place the shut ters, but

that’s my (D9)plas tic in the dirt.

What ev er hap pened to (D9)my, what ev er hap pened to my, what ev er hap pened to (D9)my lunch box?

When came the (D9)day that it got

thrown a (D9)way, and don’t you think I should have had some (D9)say in that de ci (Am7)sion?

If on ly my life...

If on ly my life...