Karaoké 83 John Mayer

I've these dreams I'm walkin' home

Home when it used to be

And everything is as it was

Frozen in front of me

Here I stand

Six feet small

Romanticizin' years ago

But It's a bittersweet feelin' hearin' 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 eighty-three

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

Had it made in eighty-three

Thinkin' 'bout my brother Ben

I miss him every day

He looks just like his brother John but on an eighteen month delay

Here I stand

Six feet small and smilin' cos

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 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 eighty-three

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

If my life was more like nineteen eighty-three

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 eighty-three

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

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