Lyrics

I dreamed it was 1962.
I dropped a quarter in the juke box,
And I played a song for you;
I kissed you by the Pinball King,
Listenin' to Del Shannon sing;
And I had all his records,
He was my favourite then.
But that's all gone,
It won't come back again;
That's all gone,
It won't come back again.

I woke and I put on my father's shoes,
I stood out on the front porch like he used to do;
Stepped across the mornin' sand,
The skyline only showed a sign of rain,
And mine would be the only, footprints that remain.
And that's all gone,
It won't come back again;
That's all gone,
It won't come back again.

There was something that I meant to say,
Too many words got in the way,

And I dreamed that it was 1962.
I lit a fire on a beach,
And I lay in the sand with you;
We’d sing songs until the rain would come,
Straight across the fields we would run;
You wrapped your sweater 'round my first guitar,
I walked you home.
But that's all gone,
It won't come back again;
That's all gone,
It won't come back again.

There was something that I meant to say,
Too many words got in the way,

And I dreamed that it was 1962.
I dropped a quarter in the juke box,
And I played a song for you;
Kissed you by the Pinball King,
Listenin' to Del Shannon sing;
I had all his records,
He was my favourite then -
Him and Brian Wilson.
That's all gone,
It won't come back again;
But that's all gone,
It won't come back again.