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 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

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