Terminus Songtext
von Ralph McTell

Finally the moment′s come and here we stand
And all the words have gone along with all the plans
And though the hands are surely moving on the clock
For us this moment time itself has stopped

Our early morning eyes still feel a little sore
And bodies sweetly aching from the night before
I can feel the cold platform through my shoes
There must be something to be said, but what's the use?


The wind picks up some paper and blows it past our feet
We watch it grateful that our eyes don′t have to meet
A screaming whistle shakes the air and takes away
The last seconds we have shared

In still photographs the train begins its run
And all the words I should have said suddenly have come
Someone touches me and asks me for a light
And wonders if I'm feeling quite all right

And I say yeah

On another platform there's a train
The same old scene is to be shot again
The wind picks up some paper and with it I shall ride

Out through the door marked exit into the world outside