One day, a man from 1970 gave me a call

He had dirty blonde hair and compared to me, his pretty tall

He had lime green eyes and bigger hands, I wish that I could hold

And we’d spend 8 in the evening talking on the telephone

He’s so full of himself and he likes making sadistic jokes

But there’s something that I’m so in love with in the way he spokes

And the way he draws, the way he sings along to his guitar

If only the distance between us wasn’t so that goddamn far

When I’m talking to him that’s the happiest I’ll ever be

And he makes me feel so special, I love it whenever he

Complements me, tries to hide the fact that he’s obsessed with me

Went through trouble sending me flowers from 1970

One day, a man from 1970 gave me a call

Now, my only memories of him are handprints on the wall

And that faded green paint, 3 familiar words were written under

One a upon a time,

Same room,

Same house

50 years apart,

We have loved each other.