Dan

  Smooth deft movements taking the money from the bank,
  Put it in an envelope, no need to lick it.
  Stacks of cash which will fund my escape.
  Can't use a card. They'll be right behind me.

  The night before was normal to everyone else,
  Nothing to see here, we're all going to work tomorrow.
  I'll leave the door open. It's not a clue. 
  I've got other things on my mind. 

  I'm on a mission. I'm on a mission to my past.
  I've got unfinished business which I promise to finish.
  I know it's possible and impossible.
  The paradox is hurting me so badly, it's clawing me apart.

  Driving now and music loud. Sing even louder. 
  It's time for the insides to come out after clawing so long.
  Drop the car off in Denver. They'll think I took a plane.
  Now they know I have my money, and they'll think I flew away.

  I'm on rails, I'm a bad man heading to you.
  When I see you, and I know I will, I will reconcile.
  I'm traveling back in time on a locomotive to meet me back then.
  To meet me back then.

  I will warn him. 
  I will tell him to stop, and recoil at what he sees.
  I will tell him. 

  And he won't listen. 
  He will die to stop from hurting me again.