I had out my 1968 Webber Jr. High yearbook and noticed how a girl I liked wrote "please visit me this summer" and "love ya always." How did I not notice and do something about it? My bad.
Lyrics
If I’d of read my yearbook
The part where you said this summer I should call
Things might have turned out different
If I had read the writing on the wall.
I only found out you cared for me too late
Why did I doubt it, the summer of ’68.
Haven’t forgot your picture
You were the third cheerleader from the right
There with the smile I knew well
There with the eyes so beautiful and bright.
Some things won’t happen, only left to fate
My bad decision, the summer of ’68.
Why was I so blind to your intent
Why couldn’t I recognize just what you meant
Why was I thinking that I had time to wait
I should have called you the summer of 68’.
