Seventy

I feel it coming,

I feel it coming out feet last.

Iíll do what I shouldíve done,

Iíll ìH.G. Wellsî it and blast out of here.

Iíve 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 ìCadillacî.

Iím out of here.

Iíve found a new day in the past,

with brand new faded photographs.

Weíre all just trying to find our way

to someplace.

Christopher Hoffee ©2003 ASCAP