i've come back this morning to where i first came alive

here within this terminal where the buses arrive

i was a commuter on the 804 worked for a computer on the 19th floor and

you came down the aisle of the bus and you sat by my side

shoulder up to shoulder we shared that 9 o'clock ride

oh my heart was screamin as you left your seat

followin your movements i was at your feet and

oh down into the terminal both of us filed

so we entered the terminal just as you smiled

won't you leave off work for the day you asked of me then

so i phoned in sick on the way to the home of a friend

we were all alone from 10 am til 3

really thought the fire had gone out of me but

you awoke the sleep of my life from gray into red

made the weary wonder of wall street rise from the dead

could have held her body my entire life

but i had to get home to the kids and the wife and

so i left for the terminal where i began

baby no i wouldn't have left if i'd been half a man

so here i am this morning where love had asked for the dance

here within this terminal where i passed on a chance

lord i'll never find her though i've truly tried

probably she's found another bus to ride and

i am now about to begin the last of my days

i'm within what others would call a terminal phase

i myself can only say it's livin'dead ridin'to the office with a song in my head that goes

la da da

and you know it grows

la da da la da da