1982

I've got a story to tell
and it starts in '82.
Four feet of snow that had fell,
and a sky so blue.

Rush to the doctor.
Hurry, let's go.
Well, I wasn't there so I don't really know,
but I know that you'll take care of me.

Teach me the things that I know
and a love for words.
And twenty years later I'll write you a song.
But for now...

Rush to the doctor.
Hurry, let's go.
Well, I wasn't there so I don't really know,
but I know that you'll take care of me