Get To Me

Well an airplane's faster than a Cadillac And a whole lot smoother than a camel's back But I don't care how you get to me Just get to me Parasail or first class mail Get on the back of a Nightingale Just get to me I don't care just get to me Prokeds, mopeds take a limousine instead They ain't cheap but they're easy to find Get on the highway point yourself my way Take a roller coaster that comes in sideways Just get to me - yeah Go on hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly There's no better way to fly To get to me I look around at what I got And without you, it ain't a lot But I got every, with you, everything Maybe you could pollinate over the Golden Gate Take a left hand turn at the corner Of Haight And then a sharp right At the first street light And get yourself on a motor bike And if you think you'll get stuck in a traffic jam That's fine, send yourself through a telephone line It doesn't matter how you get to me Just get to me Cause after every day The wind blows the night time my way And I imagine that you are Above me like a star And you keep on glowing And you keep on showing me the way SHINE SHINE SHINE