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