Energy, pullin' on mass, relative mind
We're movin' ourselves around, we're out of time
Center of a polar force, we're on a line
Squished into a VCR, we can't rewind

Call the Doc Brown (x4)

I wanna face myself, no, you can't
Let me go, I won't, not a chance

Coach is in the paper, I'll make it out
Traveling through the depths of space, lateral time right

Call the Doc Brown (x8)
Call the Doc Brown (x8)