It's like I am a signal flare You shot straight to the stars Though I burn up there miles from you I know right where you are And each time the phone shakes It's like a sucker punch And though I still love to talk to you Is that bad or good luck Just give me one year And I'll be yours my dear And I'll stop buying cigarettes Half 'cause you disapprove But if it shortens our seconds one second Then the last half will do And if I took the bus Straight on back to our town Would it make us much happier, Knowing I'd turned back around? Just give me one year And I'll be yours my dear Just give me one year