Early Birdie

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

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

And we'll get a head start on the day

Oh stained glass sky ways 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'm spent

And tour guides make happy brides feel heaven sent

Good evening shuttle bus tell me where you're going to take us

On crystal sand we sleep hand in hand

While soothing words

On crystal sand we sleep hand in hand

While soothing words hover like hummingbirds

Good evening shuttle bus tell me where you're going to take us ^[1]