Blowin' the Dust off the Book of the Future

I’m driving away at remarkable speed
From the past and the time that won’t recede
I maybe dreaming, but I’m hip to this trip
Riding the range in my rocket ship
Blowing the dust off the book of the future
Turning the pages of a fabulous past
Blowing the dust off the book of the future
Tuning in to the big broadcast
Going nowhere, keeping busy
Counting clouds in an empty sky
Blowing smoke rings, spinning dizzy
It’s kind of silly, don’t ask me why…
Don’t tell me waht I already know
Just state the obvious
Most days it’s touch and go
Timeless, traceless, tremulous
(Here we go)
Blowing the dust off the book of the future
Turning the pages of a fabulous past
Blowing the dust off the book of the future
Tuning in to the big broadcast…
The big broadcast