

(whoa-oh, oh-oh)
Static on the television screen
Looking at a fading magazine
I wanna run back to the start Before we drifted far apart
Spin the dial, turn the clock around
I can still recall that classic sound
Take me back to eighty-six Where the colors never fade
We had the perfect mix In the plans we made (eighty-six!)
Cassette tapes spinning in the car
We didn't have to look too far
To find a spark in the dark Running wild through the park
Take me back to eighty-six Where the colors never fade
We had the perfect mix In the plans we made (eighty-six!)
Take
me back
(eighty-six) Take me back