Get to Me - Train

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 everything, 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

And I got everything, with you, everything