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 glass
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 skyway's and crowded six 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

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