The Time Traveling Nomad

As I recall yesterday answered
With an open door and an old friend that took me on
First thought of today is how I can change what's wrong
Always fixated on what doesn't belong
Found a room with records and stories of a future that will never come
Proof of progress I've never done
I look around and there's no feeling
I bargain with myself and found out there's no meaning
I try to move right passed it but I keep coming back
Stuck on the same old path

You've finally
Figured out your time machine
Another dimension to your agony
You've finally
Figured out your time machine

Time is anything you can make of it
And lately there's a surplus
Call it a resale
But nostalgia has me thinking
My happiness's been missing
And now it's over
Oh you feel that rush of a familiar touch coming over you
It's just like yesterday didn't end and I might not have to pretend

So fast to leave so quick to forget
So many places stained with history there's hardly any left
Figurred time would tell as if you could ever let go
Better un and run and hide before it finds you

You close your eyes hoping for tomorrow
But it's shaped like the past
You embrace it like there's no tomorrow
But you're sick of the past
Now imagination fills the gaps
Hoping it can make it last