Being a body in flux, I have moved through time on a dime out of touch.
Persona's, I've got a few, a writer, a spaceman and a time traveler too.
Nowhere, nowhere to hide, I'm as slippery as Vaseline on a slide.
Somehow, I'm coming to you, maybe tomorrow for a day or two.
You can't know, know what I mean, still working on how to fix my time machine.
I'm lost in time, I'm on the run, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.