Butch: Yer' lookin' at this thing bass ackwards. This is a 20th 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. If life's moving too slow and you wanna' project Yourself into the future you step here on the gas right here. See? Ha ha
[nothing, nowhere.]
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
[Butch and Phillip in A Perfect World]
Butch: 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
[nothing, nowhere.]
Ill 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