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
And you're the navigator
Out there, that's the future
Back there, well that's the past
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