Outatime

Where we are going 
We don't need roads
Eighty eight miles per hour
Into times unknown
I'm so curios 
What the future has in store
I'm standing key in hand
Waiting to open that door
I'm in my Deloreon
Great Scott
Life is a highway
Charged up 1.21 gigawatts
I am going to fulfill my density 
I mean destiny
Lets make like a tree and get out of here
It will be heavy
Let's go outtatime
The clock is tickin
I'm just saying 
Can't nobody call me chicken

By LukeCoomer (c)