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 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

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