Full Nelson

Well sure you have, what do you think this is?
A car
You’re looking at this thing bass-ackward, this is a twentieth-century time
machine. I’m the captain, you’re the navigator. Now out there, that’s the
future, back there, well, that’s the past. If life’s moving too slow,
you wanna project yourself into the future, just step on the gas right here,
see?
It’s like I’m holding on with broken hands
I see these lies out the corner of my eye
When I grow up I wanna be a ghost
So I can see how you feel when I’m not as close
If you wanna slow her down, well hell, you just step on the brake here and you
slow her down. This is the present, Phillip. Enjoy it while it lasts
I’ll pretend I’m in my old bed
Tired eyes, tuck me in, pat me on the head
Construct a world in which I’m safe again
Growing up, giving up, I wish I’d never left