In this terminal

With empty pockets

Memories locked out

Where the hell’s a lock smith

Is this life just loch ness

No real clue why Im here

My thoughts are so unclear

Trains passing by

Turned to blurs

As I stare

With eyes so ever clear

Lost and exhaust

Hold on, just hold on

Now my cookies tossed

Sick and deranged

Sitting by performers

Asking what’s my name

And I said n/a

This old guitar player

Comically said

Looks like you’re screwed

Better make this your bed

And on that note

I left the terminal

For something new

But I’m just passing through

Welcome to the terminal

Welcome to the terminal

I said, welcome to the terminal (X2)