Seventy

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 T-Rex "Cadillac" 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 to someplace