"If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't be myself."
Just then there's a knock on the door
And you open it a moment before a machine appears
And its inviting presence urges you inside
And as you rise in the air, all of your cares...
Subside
This time machine's rusted motor runs on nostalgia
And it spins and spins
And the clock ticks
And the heart beats over and over
Why don't you finish what you began
This is no DeLorean
Paint these rusted parts
That power's off the charts
Existing, yet resisting
Designing, while declining
Nostalgia, of a prospect
Aviate, a shipwreck
A long time ago... It still wasn't perfect
And what you wanted was easy to dissect
How many seconds to amend me
These revolutions can assemble me
This time machine's rusted motor runs on nostalgia
And it spins and spins
And the clock ticks
And the heart beats over and over
