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 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 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