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.
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.
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