I don’t care about dying
I don’t even feel this life is mine
I just want a restart
To get it right this time
I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do
I wonder what it would be like
Living from my guitar
Singing songs from my heart
Travelling under the stars
Now I’m bolted to an office chair
Enclosed by partition walls
Losing my graying hair
Tormented by phone calls
I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do
I should’ve never let go
Those deep emerald eyes
That sunny smile that shone
So beautifully under blue skies
Now, I’m hiding in the kitchen
Pursued by my two ex-wives
Running around like a chicken
While dodging flying knives
I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
I don’t care about dying
I don’t even feel this life is mine
I just want a restart
To get it right this time
I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do
I wonder what it would be like
Living from my guitar
Singing songs from my heart
Travelling under the stars
Now I’m bolted to an office chair
Enclosed by partition walls
Losing my graying hair
Tormented by phone calls
I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do
I should’ve never let go
Those deep emerald eyes
That sunny smile that shone
So beautifully under blue skies
Now, I’m hiding in the kitchen
Pursued by my two ex-wives
Running around like a chicken
While dodging flying knives
I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do
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