I've come back this mornin' to where I first came alive
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Here within this terminal where the buses arrive
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I was a commuter on the 804
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Work for a computer on the 19th floor and
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You came down the aisle of the bus and you sat by my side
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Shoulder up to shoulder we shared that 9 O' clock ride
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Oh, my heart was screamin' as you left your seat
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Followin' your movements I was at your feet and
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Oh, down into the terminal both of us smiled
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So we entered the terminal just as you smiled
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"Won't you leave out work for today?" You ask of me then
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So, I phoned in sick on the way to the home of a friend
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We were all alone from 10 am till 3
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Really thought the fire had gone out of me but
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You awoke the sleep of my life from gray into red
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Made the weary wonder of wall street rise from the dead
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Could have held up budding my entire life
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But I had to get home to the kids and the wife and
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So, I left for the terminal where I began
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Baby, no, I wouldn't have left if I'd been half a man
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So here I am this morning where love had asked for the dance
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Here within this terminal where I passed on a chance
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Lord, I'll never find her though I've truly tried
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Probably she's found another bus to ride and
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I am now about to begin the last of my days
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I'm within what others would call a terminal phase
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I myself can only say it's livin' dead
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Ridin' to the office with a song in my head that goes
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La da da and you know it grows
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La da da, oh, la da da, oh, la da da
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Terminal
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Rupert Holmes |