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