Good evening, shuttle bus! Tell me where you're going to take us

Someplace that I have never been

It's chic transportation to new destination where I leave my reflection on the g

lass

I'd ask but we don't know how far these interstates go

Or how deep the city roots go down

In chilly sub-depth railways, the weathered concrete stairways provide me with a

means of getting home... if I ever leave



On crystal sand, we sleep hand-in-hand

While soothing words hover like hummingbirds



So many sights to see so wake up like an early birdie

And we'll get a head start on the day

Stained-glass skyways and crowded 6 lane highways

If I look back when I begin to leave, will they remember me?



Circuit flights bend the lights when I am spent

And tour guides make happy brides feel heaven-sent