Early Birdie
Good evening, shuttle bus
Tell me where you're gonna take us
Some place 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 would 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 gonna 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 gonna take us