Full Nelson - nothing,nowhere.

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