I feel it coming,
I feel it coming out feet last.
I'll do what I should've done,
I'll “H.G. Wells” it and blast out of here.
I've found a new day in the past.
When all you could get was Bud, Miller and Pabst.
Mirror, mirror on the ball,
Can you tell me what I lack?
A blue Continental to go with my
I'm out of here.
I've found a new day in the past,
with brand new faded photographs.
We're all just trying to find our way