Well an airplaneīs faster than a Cadillac
And a whole lot smoother than a camelīs back
But I donīt 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 donīt care just get to me
Prokeds, mopeds take a limousine instead
They ainīt cheap but theyīre 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
Thereīs no better way to fly
To get to me
I look around at what I got
And without you, it ainīt 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 youīll get stuck in a
traffic jam
Thatīs fine, send yourself through a telephone line
It doesnīt 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
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