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 screaming   As you left your seat   Following your movements   I was at your feet and      Oh... down into the terminal   Both of us smiled   So... we entered the terminal   Just as you smiled      "Won't you leave out work for today?"   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 a.m. till 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 up   Budding 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 the 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   Riding to the office with   A song in my head that goes...      La da da...   And you know it grows   La da da...