Full Nelson (N,n. X Oilcolor)

Well sure you have, what do you think this is?
A car?
You're looking at this thing bass-ackwards
This is a twentieth century time machine
I'm the captain, and you're the navigator
Out there, that's the future
And back there, well, that's the past
If life's moving too slow
And 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



Credits
Writer(s): Marcel Widschwenter, Joseph Edward Mulherin
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