Terminus-Ralph McTell

[00:05.85]Finally the moment's [00:08.24]Come and here we stand [00:10.26]And all the words have gone [00:12.90]Along with all the plans [00:14.89]And though the hands [00:17.04]Are surely moving on the clock [00:19.88]For us, this moment [00:22.53]Time itself has stopped [00:24.77]Our early-morning eyes [00:26.90]Still feel a little sore [00:29.76]And bodies sweetly aching [00:32.54]From the night before [00:34.15]I can feel [00:36.57]The cold platform through my shoes [00:39.00]There must be someting to be said [00:42.25]But what's the use? [00:44.59]The wind picks up some paper [00:46.88]Blows it past our feet [00:48.70]We watch it grateful [00:51.21]That our eyes don't have to meet [00:53.52]A screaming whistle rips the air [00:58.94]And takes away [01:00.88]The last seconds we have shared [01:03.50]And still photographs [01:05.96]The train begins its run [01:08.22]And suddenly all the words [01:10.68]I should have said had come [01:13.88]Someone touches me [01:15.74]And asks me for a light [01:17.55]And wonders if [01:20.48]I'm feeling quite alright [01:22.78]And I say yes... [01:29.13]On another platform there's a train [01:32.36]The same old scene is to be shot again [01:37.60]The wind picks up some paper [01:39.99]And with it I shall ride [01:42.36]Out through the door marked exit [01:45.00]Into the world ouside