I watch the mood get sober and I'm not so sure I'm over
All the times I didn't know and I didn't used to know
When my heart was breaking nightly
Was I taking things too lightly
That would never come again, that would stay awhile and end?

Bring us in under budget, lord
We want out of the wrong
Playing safe too long

Though we're miles clear of the firefight
We can't light our pipes with hindsight
I'll re-start this life somehow, I could live it better now
Give us grace under pressure, lord
And help us watch our tongues
And make our mistakes young

In a Delorean (we're all going make our mistakes young)
In a Delorean (we're all going make our mistakes young)
In a Delorean

I'd apologize the ears off
But the gloom here never clears off
I can't sit through one more day of deserving some O.K.
It's a scandal just to mention
But I don't mind the attention
It's a failing by design, Betty Ford's world and not mine

Give us some final option, lord
We mean well every one
Let us make our mistakes young

In a Delorean (we're all going make our mistakes young)
In a Delorean (we're all going make our mistakes young)
In a Delorean