Ralph McTell – Terminus (Guitar)

C           Em7      Am               G
Finally the moment's come and here we stand,

    C                  Em7    Am
And all the words have gone, along with all the plans

               Dm                 G             G7
And though the hands   are surely moving on the clock,

    C                Am               G
For us, this moment, time itself has stopped.

    C             Em7               Am           G
Our early morning eyes still feel a little sore

    C              Em7             Am
And bodies sweetly aching from the night before.

      Dm   F          G
I can feel   the cold platform through my shoes.

      C                            G     Am         G
There must be something to be said,  but what's the use.

C                       Em7          Am
 The wind picks up some paper and it blows it past our feet

C            Em7               Am
We watch it, grateful that our eyes don't have to meet.

Dm            F          G
  A screaming whistle         rips the air

           C      Em       Am              G
And takes away    the last seconds we have shared.

         C          Em7     Am
In still photographs    the train begins its run

    C               Em7            Am            G
And all the words I should've said suddenly have come.

Dm        F              G             G7
  Someone touches me and asks me for a light,

            C    G    Am                G
And wonders if    I'm feeling quite all right,

            C    G    Am  G     C  G  Am G
And I say, "Yes".

C       Em7 Am                  C
 On another platform, there's a train.

             Em7      Am
The same old scene is to be shot again.

    Dm                 F                          G7
The wind picks up some paper, and with it I shall ride

    C                                G      Am       G     C
Out through the door marked 'exit' into the world outside.